Day 4. June 27

   The last day in port. Spain was a city that never slept with a ton of eyecatching vendors and endless amount of good food, music, jewelry, and of course nightlife. I realized that I have become an independent traveler, maneuvering my way around the city without the help or schedule of an adult. Barrett had a “moment” in the metro when she discovered we were actually doing things on our own (this independence seemed to be new for her)
        This last day.. a few girls and I rode a gondola up to the top of Mont Juic.. a small mountain with a castle at the top and small museums. The view was amazing.. not as good at the cityscape on top of Parque Guelle though.. we bought some coca colas and cervezas and sat and looked over the city.. we went to that cathedral that I cannot remember the name for the life of me.. went traveling through random streets, looked at shops, tipped some amazing street performers that did back flips overtop onlookers..and ate on the bay.  Oh. And I bought a small water color painting and some colored pencils that look like wooden logs from this small Spanish lady… this day was a half day so it was cut short.. we got on the boat and left at 6pm… oh how I could live in spain