I had all these posts planned about street art, Spanish food, and wanting to sell my firstborn child for the chance to live in Barcelona, buuuuut instead my bag got nicked at a cafe in Pamplona… and all my photos are gone.
There’s a lengthy post forthcoming about the fallout of that theft; for now, however, I’m on a train on the UK and thinking about how lucky I am to have a brilliant network of family and friends who offered to help and were flexible with my suddenly changed travel plans!
TL;DR version of the story coming soon!
Life in the Top Bunk 