Never Alone in Barcelona, Part I


My husband (still getting used to calling him that) surprised me with a honeymoon in Spain. I did not find out where we were going until we arrived at the airport and the check in agent handed us our boarding passes.

Even though it was changing seasons, the weather in Barcelona was comparable to the Gulf Coast, albeit dryer. The highs were in the 80s and the lows were in 50s, but it only dipped during the night. Although I did not know where we were going, my then-fiance was very helpful in guiding me in what to pack.

I will say the people of Spain also get autumn-happy when the leaves show the slightest hint of changing color. I was sporting brights and pastels the entire honeymoon, while locals were in full-length denim and in some cases, jackets. Layering was definitely in full force.

On this day my husband (!) wore pants and a thermal long sleeve shirt, and I actually felt bad for him for not dressing more appropriate to the weather. When the sun is out and it is so warm that one breaks into a ladylike glow and must topknot her hair, I think we can agree that embracing the resort365 life is necessary.


blouse (alternate colorway) // blouse (alternate colorway) // blouse (alternate colorway) // blouse (alternate colorway) // blouse (alternate colorway) // tank // shorts // sunglasses // sandals // tote (similar) // pearl earrings // rose gold cuff // bow cuff (β„… Mignon Faget)Β // mascara // eyebrow product // tinted moisturizer

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