You would think that a cancelled holiday would mean a little (travel)heartbreak to me. And indeed, it was not easy for me to call off the planned getaway to a cosy cabin in the midst of the Mallorquin countryside. But I had fallen sick some days before and was in no condition to step on a flight. And to be quite frank, I think it was not the worst thing to happen. As much as I enjoy travelling, I have been on the road so often this year that it felt good to slow down for a few days, pick up a book, take care of myself, prepare lots of breakfast and hop on a train for a relaxed day trip.
But it all started with me being pretty sick, so the first days meant bed, sofa, bed, tea and some reading. My taste in books is pretty highbrow… except for the Christmas season. This is when I fall for all those kitschy single-girl-owns-a-quaint-bakery-fights-the-evil-company-chain-Christmas-is-almost-ruined-but-then-all-is-merry-after-all-plus-snowflakes novels. I’m quite sure they did help me recover though.
So after all those good reads, it was time to stroll around town again a bit and inhale some fresh air.
Just to return home and prepare some big bowls of soothing oat meal.
I started to feel better and as lucky as can be, my sickness fell on the same dates as the week of national holidays here in Spain, so I made it to one of my favourite spots in Barcelona: Espai Joliu in Poblenou. A cup of coffee after 5 days of tea never felt so good. I took out my book, listened to my favourite music the owner coincidentally played in the background, to the low voices of the few people chatting and sipping coffee here and suddenly found all the slow movement I had been hoping for from my getaway to Mallorca. Just that in this case I barely walked 15 minutes from my house to get there.
Another day, another breakfast. And getting ready for a day in Girona.
There is only few things I enjoy more than train rides. I’ve always loved staring out the window, seeing the sceneries passing by (especially in Catalonia!) and reading a bit.
I had been in Girona before last summer and it was beautiful to see it now during winter.
My first stop was La Fàbrica, a coffee and brunch place I had fallen in love with on my last trip here, and I couldn’t have been happier about all the cosy Christmas spirit it now spread.
After the late breakfast and a gingerbread-snowflake-cookie for takeaway I simply strolled the ancient, stony alleys for a few hours, stopped here and there, enjoyed the views and tranquility of the city.
Back in Barcelona, I was back in the breakfast game, prepared some sweet, crispy waffles, strolled El Born once anew and treated myself to my favourite massage for the perfect Sunday afternoon.