I consider myself a “seasoned traveler.”  If anyone knows how to start a trip off on the right foot, it is me!

Let me give you a prime example of my expertise…

On what was to be our first non-zombie day (as Lorraine called it) I woke up at about 6:30 (after going to bed at 7 PM the night before) and stayed in bed for a time, formatting photos for this blog. I decided I needed some tea, so I put on a pair of socks and walked toward the kitchen, making a slight detour to set my computer on the coffee table as I passed by it.

I know — how exciting, you’re thinking to yourself!  But here, my friends is where it all went wrong…

I ran directly into the coffee table with my left socked foot so hard that it took every ounce of self-control and determination to NOT scream out in pain… which would have promptly awoken my two sleeping beauty friends. I hopped around, sucked in a ton of air, and tried not to moan and cry.  Here is the result of my clumsiness…

A possibly broken middle toe. No, that is not a manicure gone wrong, that is not pink nail polish on my skin. And yes, that is the coffee-table-culprit in the background.

Now that is how you start a nearly two-week European vacation, heavy on the walking, off with a bang! If you think a broken little toe is going to keep this girl down, you are wrong.

For Day Two in Barcelona, we got ready and walked toward the Sagrada Familia, where we planned to jump on a double-decker autobus to tour Barcelona.

We stopped and had breakfast first and then popped into a corner farmacia to buy some tape for my toes.

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