Full of fattening love

I'm sitting in a bar with my boyfriend, watching soccer and surrounded by the surrealistic of the unfamiliar atmosphere and the half comprehended Spanish (which I'm not proud of). The end of my Barcelona journey is drawing closer and I wasn't planning to just master Spanish only half way through but then I realise one level isn't gonna take me anywhere near being pro. Still, I'm glad that I can understand a good amount of conversation however I can't say the same for speaking. My holidays are starting to depreciate and I'm so reluctant to think ahead of the what-to-do-next plan back in Adelaide. I mean I do love Adelaide, but I love being on vacation more.

Our next stop after Barça would be Valencia and there goes more depreciation but looking on a bright side, I can't wait to explore the good of Europe. It is really romantic over here. The buildings, the ambience just make me feel so in love everyday. Speaking of which, they say love makes people fat and I'm so agreeing to it. I'm drowned with love of the food, the city and my bf. Well,too bad I guess it's just an unspoken rule: we are allow to put on some weight on vacation!