Spain: All Aboard

We said arrivederci to Italy and hopped on a "cruise ship" to Barcelona, Spain.  "Cruise ship" being the operative word. We booked passage from Italy to Spain via the Internet on, technically speaking, a ferry boat that transported cargo and people.

Imagine our suspicion and slight apprehension.

Would we sleep on beds or bales of hay? Would we walk on the deck or be chained in the hull?  Would we eat in restaurants or gnaw our limbs to stave off hunger?  We just didn't know. Luckily for us, it was more cruise-y and less Black Pearl-y.

Our eyes beheld a wondrous sight... a real ship!
No chains or Blackbeards or wenches in sight.

The back of the boat.

 Enjoying the scenery (and not auditioning for a role in Avatar 2).

The bar/restaurant on the top deck.

The pool that a huge group of middle school girls later overran. 

We enjoyed it while we could.

The restaurant inside the ship. 

Ben and I took these pictures to prove that the ship was legit. 

Ben contemplated our impending arrival on Spanish soil.