hasta la vista, dudes

I'm off to Barcelona on Thursday, with young Cinderella and my sister.

I won't bore you with the details of how obtaining a visa took three trips to the embassy plus another to Irish Immigration (it truly sucks to be a foreigner living in this place at times like these) or how when we finally went to fetch the visa today (nothing like leaving things till the last minute) we managed to gatecrash a hugely exciting impromptu strike because some silly foreign (i.e. not Irish, not Spanish and not South African... - are you still with me?) woman had the cheek to harass the woman behind the counter after jumping the queue.
She didn't even have a number!!!
(Oh you know - as you arrive they give you a little numbered ticket so everyone knows whose turn it is so as to avoid beaurocratic riots and such)
So the ladies responsible for issuing visas got all upset and downed tools. Can't say I blame them. I've dealt with the public before - it isn't always terribly pleasant.
Nope, I'm not going to tell you all that.
All you need to know is that before the sparrows (or our local alarm-bird) even think about opening an eye on Thursday morning, we'll be flying out into the great blue yonder.

What does this mean for you? Well hopefully I'll have some pictures to show you. I just realised there has been a serious lack of visual aids on this blog just lately. So, I'll be back on Sunday and will rectify the situation as soon as possible.

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