I was talking about holidays earlier today and pining for the days when we could afford to go away. Shame our kids were too little to leave for much longer than 3 nights, sigh.
Anyway, once, Himself took me to Barcelona for my birthday. He organised everything I just knew we were going somewhere but didn't know where. We got to the airport at 7am and were in Barcelona by 9am. In the apartment and having breakfast by 9.30. Heaven. We went for a walk down to the Harbour and were just strolling along in the sunshine when a busker struck up on his guitar. He played 'Here Comes the Sun', my favourite song in the world ever. It was like something out of an ad. Was brilliant. I loved Barcelona, I love that song and I love Himself and I got all three in the one go.
Nice.
No comments:
Post a Comment