Spending a shit ton of money to see your best friend? Worth it. Flying to Barcelona over the Alps and Mediterranean was worth it in itself. I've never been much interested in the Sagrada Familia. I've only ever seen photos of the outside and found it overdone. I was wrong. The inside of this church is by far one of the most interesting and mind boggling things I have ever seen. The sheer grandeur of the interior is enough to leave one breathless. The colors, the light, the stone. It's all breathtaking. I find the interior a million times better than the exterior. I would go back again and again and again.
While waiting in line to enter the Sagrada Familia, Kaitlyn and I met a couple from Boston. This in itself was ironic, because Kaitlyn's family is from Boston. I'm always eager to learn people's stories, but this couple was one that left an impression. The wife was quiet, often leaving us to sit on the wall, while us three stood in line. The husband was talkative, to say the least. His Boston accent made me smile, thinking of Kaiti's dad, and his stories of t raveling the world for work were entertaining enough to keep us occupied for over a half an hour. He told us where to visit, where to avoid and what he foods he enjoyed most. He talked about his kids that were all over the world and the many interesting people he had met on his business. When we stepped up to walk into the ticket line, he came over, grabbed my shoulder and wished us both happy travels. Right after that, his wife fainted, and the last we saw of them as we were pushed through the line was her head on his lap while people yelled for an ambulance. We tried to get back through the line, but people kept pushing past us. I don't know who their names, but I do hope that she is alright. I've always taken a lot of meaning away from small encounters with different people on my travels and these people are no exception.
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