We're almost ready to leave Barcelona. We're at the airport waiting to board the last of the series of planes that's been our travels as of late.

We've disposed of our luggage, cleared through the process that is security, and are at the moment, (im)patiently waiting to board the plane that will take us into Las Palmas, the capital of Gran Canaria Island. This signals the end of the planes. The end of this Adventure and the start of a new one.

The new Adventure begins tonight, when we land in Las Palms, grab a cab, head to the marina and climb aboard SV ZAO, a luxurious 50 foot Catamaran, that we will help deliver across the Atlantic Ocean to Saint Lucia. You'll be able to follow our route and progress BY CLICKING HERE

Yikes! {{ I think I'm getting nervous again }}

Our Wee Adventure has been 11 days of Awesomeness. I'll admit to being kind of tired, my eyes a little baggy, my body carbed up on the type of food that is not quite the norm but always fun to have: fried and sandwiches and ales. The different beds, the living out of suitcases, the unfamiliar this isn't my home type of noises that tend to keep you awake at night. All part of what is when you travel and don't have your own routine, pillow or bed, shower, or fridge and stove. But then, that's all the fun, right?

It's been 11 days of going all out. We've OutFitBitt'ed our FitBit's and my thighs and calves and feet are sore. We've climbed up and down more stairs that either one of us could ever care to count. We've dodged the shopping and played the tourist. With AirBnB we’ve experienced life like the locals, which is truly our favourite way to be. We've walked up and down and into narrow alleyways, and breathed in the fresh air that is hiking outdoors in fields and mountains. We've travelled on planes and trains and automobiles. And definitely overwhelmingly happy and awed with everything we've done and seen.

Our Wee Adventure started when we found an incredible deal, the last cheap flight from Halifax to Ireland (via Newfoundland) for barely $200 per person. With that type of price, how could we not plan some fun in Ireland? And London? And Barcelona?

In Ireland we'd rented a car and experienced our first stay with an AirBnB. Roger and Samantha welcomed us into their home with open arms, the room was comfortable and we were close to anything and everything. The airport, nearby restaurants and by easy access to the highways. Ireland was all about driving in the wrong side of the car on the wrong side of the road. Getting to castles, having some Guinness, kissing the Blarney Stone, and loving the accents.

From Ireland we flew to London where we had two nights and one day at another AirBnB, a mere ten minutes walk from Tower Bridge. There we met up with a cruising friend Mark on SV Sea Life, who gave us an incredible Grand Tour of the Big City. No car needed as we walked from sunup to sundown, used the double decker buses that drove crazily around the roundabouts, where we ate Fish and Chips, were snubbed by Royalty who never got our memo that we were coming for Tea, and feasted on Ale and Pie.

And finally, we flew to Barcelona, picked up our rental car and booked into a hotel for a five night stay. We toured the vibrant and historical city by train and subway, and used our rental car to visit the outskirts of town where we strolled on beaches and hiked a few stairs and saw crosses on the mountain. Churches and Abbeys and history and architecture and Sangria and Paella, si?

For all the photos, check out our Sailing Banyan Facebook Page, give us a Like or Two, and why not spread the word? We might be offline for a wee while, but there'll be plenty of stories when we (re)join the Collective.

Up next? A TransAtlantic Passage! OnOn !