Alrighty, folks: I’ve got 18 lovely, blissful days off between jobs, starting May 3rd. I don’t think I’m going to make it out to Spain (even though I REALLY WANT TO) because of that great old thing known as the Great Canadian Airline Monopoly.
Last year at this time I went to France and Spain and my return flight cost $550.
I’ve checked a bunch of ticket costs, and the cheapest flight I could fine to Paris was $1200.
As I type these sad, bitter words, Rufus Wainwright is musing softly about Barcelona:
Got to get away from here, I think I know which hemisphere
Crazy me don’t think there’s pain in Barcelona.
So, I ask you, my friends: where should I go that’s not terribly expensive, and a pleasant, relaxing place to wash work out of my hair?
