The night before our flight to London, we mapped out a detailed plan of our trip to the airport that involved a Disney tram, the Paris Metro, and an ungodly amount of luggage. We gave ourselves an extra hour to make the journey.
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Having lived like royalty on Crete with each lady enjoying her own bedroom, bathroom, and balcony, our new living quarters felt pinched. Now, we had a double bed, bunk bed, pack 'n play, stroller, suitcase, three backpacks, four purses, one big-ass duffel bag, four women, and a baby shoved into a tiny room.
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Mom found the perfect villa that allowed us to spend our first week relaxing like Greek Goddesses. We drank Bacardi around our pool for Sandy's birthday; sunned ourselves in warm water; wandered cobbled streets; and dined on the freshest produce and seafood.
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After concocting our plan, I'm not sure any of us fully understood how far 2,000 km is on a bike. Hell, before Vietnam, the longest time I'd spent on a bike was for a ride from Billings to Red Lodge, a distance of about 100 km
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A midnight knock from a police officer woke us on top of the Rock of Gibraltar.
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Two things made our trip to Barcelona slightly less than perfect. First, we camped at a trucker stop that looked like a set straight out of American Horror Story.
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Bedtime was an absolute riot that felt like a slumber party for adults.
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