GIRONA!

I absolutely loved this place. Its a little rich town hidden in the midst of mountains and valley, where our airport back to paris was located. All that was in my head whilst tracking though was actually just how beautiful it would be to take your wedding pictures there. Yes, its THAT pretty. Sigh. Now who wants to marry me and pay for our trip up to girona for wedding shots? Haha.

Its a tiny little town clustered with rich people. And its apparently famous especially amongst cyclist. Like lance Armstrong and crew own property there and train up there or something like that.. Its distinctively split into 2. the newer, modern side of it, and the old medieval part. Sweet.

murals painted by the kids outside their school

the sisters.

the ghetto side of town

these 2 were taken especially for serene and kio. haha. yes, a chocolate factory.

but of course, the patisseries of spain!

i love this photo!

the peak!

our humble abode for the night. You see, we had intended to sleep at the train station, no, no the save money, but because we were to leave at 6am sharp. So it’ll make sense. But we got kicked out. So we tried the bus station, the place where we were supposed to board to ride to the airport. But we got kicked out of that too. So we had to make do in this tiny photo booth right at the bus bay. Ive probably never froze my ass off as bad as I did that night. It hit 7degrees. And can you imagine? We were in spain. That’s beach wear for most of the time. Thankfully I had at least a pair of jeans. I had to pile as many layers on as I possibly could. Used my fisherman pants as a scarf. Haha. Funny.

dan and his catish tendercies. he spent the entire night balanced on the tiny ledge, sleeping. amazing. hats off to you dan ;)

jan at dans feet


thats me!


they were smarter. gracie and daph huddled together for body warmth. hah.


we were surprisingly looking very refreshed especially after a tough night on the cold hard metal floor. and having not slept well, not only beacuse it was too cold, but of the spanish neoprint machine that didnt stop talking the entire night. haha.

ryan air to paris, finally..