We made it... Just!

Wow, we made it... But just... We know what you're thinking. "What do you mean "But Just..." Save us the drama." Well, on the night before we left for the airport we were rounding up our tickets and passports. For some unknown reason we looked at their expiry dates. Yeah, mine is only good until the beginning of July, and it clearly states on all our paperwork that to be given access to any European country the traveller must present a passport valid for three months after their anticipated return date. I didn't have that, and with about 12 hours to our flight we didn't have many options. It's not like sarah couldn't go. So we opted to fly across the world and play customs officer roulette. When we landed in Germany, I let my lady do the talking. Not only is she far more attractive, but her paperwork was also much more impressive. She explained we were on vacation for five weeks, and travelling the medeterrannian. With my heart in my throat and my pulse pounded brain i passed the man my inadequate pass port and waited to be dragged away by armed nazi guards. The officer asked me "five weeks" with a stern voice and his eyes locked down at my passport. I said "yes" as calmly as I could and waited for his response. And it was then, he looked up with a grin and exclaimed "Vundehbah" as he pointed us through the gate and into European freedom. Wow, relief swept over us, actually mostly just me as we could now begin our adventure. Officially. A short plane, bus, and urban hike got us into our hotel for a short (5 hour jet lag stress induced coma) nap before we hit the streets of Barcelona. We had some great drinks and amazing tapas on a number of patios sprinkled throughout the historical downtown area. This place looks like whyte ave if it was 300 years old,5 stories high and had a bazillion friendly people on the street. What a great start to the trip of a lifetime. Stay tuned, Pat and Sarah