For the first two weeks after I arrived, I spent most of my time working. I sat on the couch/futon/bed, legs crossed, laptop on my lap, and iPod with Talkatone app nearby. Some crazy part of me thought that it would be no problem to spend the prior three weeks in Seattle, add two more days of flying, and have no trouble catching up on work. I knew I was wrong when I arrived -- I was terribly behind from traveling and had a few weeks to complete seven reports.
Lucky for me, Sant Andreu was the perfect place to explore when I did take some time off. The Tostadero around the corner filled me with chocolate croissants and café con leche for only 2.30 euros. They event had a series of Boston Tea Party prints on the walls.
On weekend three, we took our first road trip -- 3 hours southwest, still in Catalunya, to Horta de Sant Joan to visit M and P's camino friend Christophe. C has a sweet travel van, with a kitchen, bathroom and enough space to fit all four of us.
As always, it was nice to escape from the city -- even a city I love like Barcelona. The air smells better and the pace is slower... in a good way.