We hurriedly stuffed our bikes into the bus bound for Barcelona where we would connect to Girona. Our bikes were mostly built by this time, boxes discarded. We soon found ourselves back in disassemble mode - racing to take off parts of our bikes to make them fit into the luggage compartment while encouragements (if you want to call them that) were yelled to/at us by the bus conductor. We were soon on the bus with more than one annoyed look from strangers for holding up travel. We were soon settled in to fitful sleep.
The morning in Girona was dark and rainy, the clouds menacing. With café con leche in hand, we settled into a coffee shop to wait out the Seattle-like weather. Soon enough the clouds burnt off, the sun came out and we were able to explore the city of Girona before setting off on two wheels.
To Andrew's eyes, it was like wandering around a section of disneyland, but real. And it made the old parts of Chile and Perú less impressive, with the possible exception of Cusco.