After the tent broke, but before the head wound.

In an effort not to worry our mothers, as we so often tend to do, it's only now that I am updating you, dear readers, of our latest of interesting developments-tent breakage and head wounds! Our last night at Tossa de Mar, the front pole of the tent decided to break. It's an ultralight tent, made with heated aluminum, yada yada which equals "fragile." So, miniature emergency rolls of duct tape saved the night, while Chris applied some of his boyscout-taught knotting techniques to stabilize our new construction. We were ridiculous relieved as the sun went down and our tent remained standing. More later on what we hope to do with the tent-home we had planned for the remaining five weeks of our trip.

So, the head wound. As I, Jess, was preparing to get into the shower here in Barcelona, I was throwing laundry around, trying to multi-task and not paying enough attention to potentially lethal open windows... As I stood up from fussing about, my head contacted the bottom corner of the window. After actually yalping, "OW!," I said some incredibly unladylike things. Meanwhile, I determined that stitches were probably unlikely but the adrenaline made me shaky, so I fled to the room and enlisted Chris' help. Tall as he is, he quickly determined I would 1) Survive and 2) Not need stitches or even emergency duct tape on my head. Unpleasant and the opposite of fun but just another trial of the trip.

All's well that ends well! And now for something totally different...