barca?

Well, it seems I've decided to go to Barcelona. On the one hand, this is great and will be a wonderful trip. On the other hand, a big part of me really does want to go sit on the beach in Colombia or somewhere, really doesn't want to let Vale down. I talked to her today on gchat and I know she is. Let down. This is the first time I've decided to go on a trip for myself with money and vacation time that I've earned, and honestly I miss Cecilia and Rodrigo and Santiago, miss having not met Vale's brother and sisters. I miss Vale and still love her, friend or more. So why am I not going back there? Or at least going to the beach? I don't know. It's a weird feeling.