Last day in Valencia. We caught the bus back to Barcelona this afternoon and I watched our driver like a hawk, petrified he might nod off at any moment. The bus swerved many a time and nary was there a sight of anything swerve worthy. Thank God he decided to include a stop in our journey where we all took the necessary bathroom break and stocked up on the nibbles.

Back in Barcelona, we weren’t so lucky to stop at Barcelona Sants, where Hotel Barcelo awaited. Instead we worked our way down stairs and up escalators, on trains and off till we were again sitting in the lobby of the Hotel. Oh, and we didn’t have a room yet, so we sat in the lobby, used their free wifi and booked it there and then. That’s just the kind of bad ass travellers we’ve become. We have learned to make our reality no matter where we are and what we want. This is a skill I know we will make great use of back in the states.

We leave for Prague tomorrow, early. There is a train that leaves from the terminal downstairs so again, thank God for the convenience of this hotel. Highly recommended.