Breakfast at the hotel, then on the bus at 9:30 to head to Barcelona. We did a quick drive-by of the Olympic Stadium and site of the 1992 Summer Olympics. We then went to Montjuic, a hill that overlooks the harbor and the center of the city . Chance for one last group photo.
We took some panoramic shots and took the bus downtown to and were dropped off at Placa de Catalunya. This is a large plaza surrounded by monumental buildings, it is Barcelona’s busiest square. It is also the start of the Ramblas a 1.2 kilometer pedestrian mall.
We walked the length of this checking out the various shops, street performers, and a large local market. The market had many interesting items for sale including fresh meat that you would not see at a backyard barbecue in Moville. The Ramblas ends at a statue of Christopher Columbus at the Port of Barcelona. The port has many boats varying from small sailboats to large cruise ships.
We were picked up by the bus and whisked away to the airport. All that we had to do was check-in, proceed through customs, hop on our plane and start our journey home. Well it didn’t go quite that smoothly as Air France in their infinite wisdom had decided to give away four of our seats. I will spare you the gory details but to summarize there were tears, calls to U.S., a near choking of an Air France worker, sprints through the airport and finally all of us on the plane with a round of applause as our last beleaguered comrade made it on to the plane. We were off to Paris. A change of planes in Paris and a little more sprinting by some and once again most of us we were all on the same plane headed to Montreal. We left four of our colleagues behind in Paris to tour around for a few days. Long flight to Montreal, through customs and on to our bus arriving at Vermont border at midnight, an hour behind schedule. The customs agents had us all come inside and show passports. The group of zombies that walked in there looked nothing like the group of girls we had on the dance floor a few nights before. After several long flights and being awake for nearly 24 hours we were not the best looking bunch of travelers. One more bus ride to Moville and we were Home Sweet Home.
It was a great trip, we saw a lot of sights, had many laughs and the girls played great in their games. We had left Morrisville eight days before with 38 and returned home with 33. That’s better than 85% !!



















