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All good things must come to an end at some point. I guess. 

With the Pope's blessing creating quite a frenzy in Barcelona, we chose for our final 24 hours at a place we now loved to be a low-key sort of day. We decided to have one last breakfast at the almost-like-a-pâtisserie next to the hotel and then use the spa accommodations to chill out before heading for our flight in the afternoon.

We chose a very nice couple's massage for an hour and then used the day spa, particularly the pool, although I was more adventurous than Corb and also used the sauna. We were the only ones in the whole place, and it was a little eerie.   

With so much going on in Barcelona, we decided to head off to the airport and gave ourselves plenty of time. We were three hours early, so after checking in, we treated ourselves to some food. As it turned out, after eating, it was time to board, so we timed everything perfectly. 

And then, the long ride home. 

We arrived in Boston at midnight. In our minds, of course, it was six a.m. We were unable to sleep at all on the flight home. 

Needless to say, we slept soundly that night! 

That night, I had a very strange dream about time and dimensions. I woke up and had to graph it out. This trip has been exciting and tiring and also has fed the creative bug in me. I am hoping to leverage that in the months to come.