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Catalan luck and Gaudí love

Irish and Northern Irish accents were hard to understand. Even British accents in London were difficult at times. But Spanish is a whole different language (obvious, I know).

I flew into Barcelona airport from London on a whim and even though I didn’t have much time to brush up on my foreign language skills, my high school Spanish slowly came back to me and a fast-talking and helpful Catalan woman helped jolt it back into gear right away.
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Forró dancing, free hugging and exotic fruit shopping in London

I got stuck in London. But I was definitely stuck in a good way. I was separated from my coat in Ireland but luckily it was a heat wave in the UK, so I didn’t need it at the moment. I knew I would need it after summer ended, so I decided to wait for it to catch up with me. At first, I thought it was putting a huge damper on my trip to have to wait for my coat for four and a half weeks, but in the end, I can’t imagine my trip without that time in London!
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The coolness of a giant, the warmth of the Northern Irish and the relief of a hot toddy

Northern Ireland is a beautiful place.  I think it incites fear in people who have never been there because of its recently violent history, but it is wonderful.  As evocative as the Republic of Ireland, but part of the United Kingdom, it’s a place I couldn’t leave as quickly as I thought I would.
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