I left my home, 32 hours later I put my bags down in Eurostars Gaudi Hotel.
From our hotel window we saw the towers of the Sagrada Familiar, we went downstairs for beer and almonds at a hole-in-the-wall bar, probably indistinguishable from any other of the thousand small bars that are all over this city.
Everytime we turned a corner, we turned in the wrong direction. Two middle aged women who have devoted their lives to starving the numerical-spacial part of the brain to make way for the language part of the brain creates a situation whereby no amount of looking at streetnames and turning the map will help.
The flea market we visited was full of stuff that we cannot be bothered carrying back, but fun all the same. we did however, buy hats because we can carry them on our heads. Eventually we got the to the beach, and after walking from the giant golden/bronze fish sculpture/building to the inverted D-shaped hotel at the other end, we settled in at a bar on the beach for some very slow beers. From this vantage point we could scan the topless girls who impressed us until we saw the bottomless men! We tried to act cool about it and I refrained from pointing, holding up score cards, laughing and other inappropriate behaviour. Like many other European beaches, the bikini is by no means limited to the young, slim and beautiful. Good on those grey haired grandmas who let it all hang out!
On the walk back to the hotel, we stumbled into a wonderful produce market. The fish made me hanker for a fry pan, my urge to live up to the name of this blog was powerful.
From our hotel window we saw the towers of the Sagrada Familiar, we went downstairs for beer and almonds at a hole-in-the-wall bar, probably indistinguishable from any other of the thousand small bars that are all over this city.
Everytime we turned a corner, we turned in the wrong direction. Two middle aged women who have devoted their lives to starving the numerical-spacial part of the brain to make way for the language part of the brain creates a situation whereby no amount of looking at streetnames and turning the map will help.
The flea market we visited was full of stuff that we cannot be bothered carrying back, but fun all the same. we did however, buy hats because we can carry them on our heads. Eventually we got the to the beach, and after walking from the giant golden/bronze fish sculpture/building to the inverted D-shaped hotel at the other end, we settled in at a bar on the beach for some very slow beers. From this vantage point we could scan the topless girls who impressed us until we saw the bottomless men! We tried to act cool about it and I refrained from pointing, holding up score cards, laughing and other inappropriate behaviour. Like many other European beaches, the bikini is by no means limited to the young, slim and beautiful. Good on those grey haired grandmas who let it all hang out!
On the walk back to the hotel, we stumbled into a wonderful produce market. The fish made me hanker for a fry pan, my urge to live up to the name of this blog was powerful.
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