Sunday Morning
I actually slept 14 hours last night. I only woke up because the stupid bells in the Basílica de Santa Maria del Mar (the 14th century church around the corner from my apartment) started ringing. It was either that or the drunk crowds walking through the streets singing getting ready for the Barcelona soccer game that was about to start around the time I woke up.

Got dressed and ran a little over 3 miles:

These are some of the places I passed on my run. No big deal, really.

Time to figure out what the rest of this afternoon looks like. Then tomorrow, I start looking for a full-time job in Barcelona. Ha ha. Just kidding. No one works full-time in Barcelona. I'll be looking for a part-time job.