Barcelona Photo Diary

Just got these e-mailed by my aunt.
Barcelona was one of the (many) highlights of my summer and I would love to go back there one day when I'm legal and could drink a pint of Shangrila without having to worry about breaking any rules. Ha.

Shangrila (if I ever spelled that correctly) the most deadly drink yet it tastes like heaven (every deadly drink does).

Pas Avec Toi

The view from our hotel room back in Paris.

 School has start now. Which means, summer is finally over.

I can't help but to miss those tiring days when we would hop on into a bus or a train and jump into one country after another and got lost in Barcelona or roamed around during midnight in the streets of Paris.

Nevertheless, school was pretty much fun (homeworks and annoying teachers aside!) 

And it is the turtle's girl's, Lidya, birthday today!! Check out this birthday video that Katina made for her! ;)

Kaythxbai. Now, back to the never ending piles of my homeworks.

And when the sun rise, this all must come to a cheesy end.

But this is how the story ends

"I don’t want to live in vain like most people. I want to be useful or bring enjoyment to all people, even those I’ve never met. I want to go on living even after my death." – Anne Frank

It was raining cats and dogs on our last day in Amsterdam. The summer warmth has vanished along with the rain as everyone went out of their houses with boots and jackets and umbrellas. 

We went to the city to visits the museums there. 
Despite of the rain and the cold harsh wind that was blowing non-stop, people are coming from all over the places to visit the museums and other tourists places and we ended up skipping the first two museums in our itinerary due to the very long queue.

The queue in the Rijsk museum wasn't any better than the rest. But it's the shortest among all and we didn't have anywhere else to go so we joined up the long line.


After lunch, we decided to skip the Van Gogh museum and went directly to Anne Frank's house. I was looking forward to it that I didn't mind standing under the rain for an hour and a half as we waited in the queue before we finally got in. (The wind was strong enough to break one of our umbrellas, but we managed)

They didn't let us take pictures in any of the museums that we'd visited so I splurged the last of my euros on postcards as souvenirs for myself. The photo on the left was on display at the beginning of our tour in the house along with a quote from Anne, and Mom & I almost teared up right then right there.

Went to a pancake house for our last kaffeetrinken after the rain stopped. They served really great poffertjes.


We took the bus home so we could be on time for dinner. I can't believe that this journey has to end.