So after getting home from the lakes last night at 11pm, Michelle and I had to pack up all our stuff for Spain, shower, and then leave for the bus from Victoria at 2 am... Our plane flew out at 630 am! So basically we got about 1 hour of sleep before jetting off on our next adventure.
After a long long way to get to the airport, we clamboured aboard a lovely Ryan Air flight (yeah right) that took us to Barcelona! Well, more specifically, Girona Barcelona.. 1.5 hours outside of the city centre. We got in, then took lie a 45 minute travel to our hostel (very nice hostel though) and met up with Jen (who had been here for one day already and will be traveling the rest of spain with us).
Now we were exhausted, but also hungry... and since our hostel is in the outskirts, we ventured into a little cafe where NO ONE spoke english (well, except for a like 14 year old boy who helped us out a bit). Now THIS is a traditional traveling experince... one that I had actually never came across before because normally SOMEONE speaks English. Basically, we relied on Michelle´s awesome grade 10 spanish, the broken words of a 15 year old barcelona boy, and lots of miming and bringing out dishes off other peoples tables to show us what they were!!
Somehow we ended up with some delicious food. I had some grilled chicken (super salty) and chips (err, fries) and Mon-Jen-Michelle had some rice with warm gespacho and an egg (?). They also gave us a free bottle of water, bread and then some yummy ice-cream dessert. All for 5 euros... which was cheaper than we thought. They were SUPER nice and it was amazing to interact with locals... and made us realise how awful we are at spanish.
...now for the unpleasant news.
My Nana is not doing very well. She has been sick for the past little while and now is back from the hospital, in pallative care, and such. My sister wrote me a msg explaining it better than I can so I´ll just copy it here:
¨She’s now refusing to eat anything or take her meds and she’s only drinking sips of ginger ale occasionally when her throat is dry or she coughs. The doctors think there is probably actually something going on in her body that is making her not want to or unable to eat but she has kind of given up her will to fight/live anymore so there isn’t much they can do anyways. She’s under palliative care now which means that they won’t send her to the hospital for anything but they can administer what the doctor orders which is good bc that means she can stay in her room (which is all she wanted when she was at the hospital) and they’re making sure she is comfortable.
Basically, I feel really guilty. How can I have fun and be on bloody holiday while my family is in so much pain! How can I go and drink sangria when my nana is so sick. I feel awful. I cried a bit here in the hostel and talked to my sister a bit so I know there is nothing I can do. But I just feel guitly. I won´t be flying home because of the logistics and timing, and it doesnt make much sense for me to fly home for a few days and then fly back to London when I´ll be back in under two months. But still. I feel pretty shitty.
The rain in spain is in my head.
But I know my Nana and my dad would want me to push on and enjoy my holiday. The girls know (monica is telling them) so they understand if I´m a little quieter... but the most I can do is love the life my Nana has always wanted me to have.
It´s still pretty awful to deal wtih all this without my family right by though.
Love you all.
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