Ciutat De Mollet Hotel
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... br> Yesterday we toured the Gothic and Jewish quarter with a guide from Israel who lives here. It was a really good afternoon and we learned a lot about the history of this region.
Today I think we will take it a bit easy. We are pretty tired and have been going nonstop.
Hope all is well with you at home.
Sorry about the weather there. It is 18 and sunny here :D
Sending warm thoughts,
... as is the current trade fair and many conferences on at the moment, it's a hive of activity with people, bicycles, scooters, cars and buses zipping around. Out hostel is a 2 minute walk to La Boqueria, a fantastic fresh produce market which is open every day from sun up to long after the sun sets so for breakfast, we stop there and pick up a tall cup stuffed with pineapple, mango, strawberries and kiwi and a fresh juice of every flavour you ...
... store and burly security guards proving access using a fingerprint scanner.
They sat with Rahael who presented tray after tray of watches. Battery Boy was mesmerised by the shiny trinkets presented before him. He admired a multitude of watches, IWC, Paneri, Rolex and many more. Rahael looked at Battery Boy and said, "Sir, I notice that you are looking at the IWC and Paneri with great interest, and rightfully so, they are beautiful timepieces but they ...
... people are friendly, and the language barrier (Catalan being the primary language in the region) is easy enough to overcome, as almost everyone speaks Spanish--one of the effects of the Oppressive Franco dictatorship--and more than a few speak English, due to the high volume of English speaking tourists that flood the region. To a foreigner, Catalan is a troublesome language, closer to Portuguese than Spanish, and nearly impossible ...
... for many reasons, one being that we had got completely soaked as we drove the short distance from the port to the hotel as the heavens opened and dropped about four inches of water in the streets within as many minutes. A good one.
No Nick, no Jag... but there was the Arts and memories came flooding back.
We sat on a wall and watched Barcelona at play; and I found a tranquil little pool where I scattered a few more of Nick's ashes. He got everywhere when he was alive, ...