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... are too!! So while show was thus occupied Kim and I punished ourselves by doing an exercise circuit along the esplanade before a well earned scrambled eggs breaky.

After much searching we found the local Aire de Servicio to top up water before heading further south…

... a quando arrivo alla diciasettesima spiaggia: la Plage del Mort. Non mi piace il nome, non mi piacciono le persone che mi gironzolano attorno. I treni continuano ad ululare mentre passano e spostano l'aria come se fossero enormi martelli. La baia è dolce e la risacca schiocca ritmica sulla pietra. Decido di non scendere oltre. Mi basta così. Farò il mio bagno in una delle piccole spiagge in paese. Mi riempio di nuovo i polmoni e con un sorriso giro le spalle al mare.

... downloaded some pictures from websites and photographed some postcards, so you at least get something. As most people would know the most well-known Barcelonian (is there such a word?) is Antoni Gaudi, and his works are studded throughout the city. His most famous work, the Expiatory Temple of the Sagrada Familia (to give it its full name) was undergoing extensive construction, but even so you could only marvel at the imagination of this man. On my last day I went up to ...

Well, we made it! The plane ride was not bad at all. Didn´t sleep much, and we´re forcing ourselves to stay up so we can sleep through the night tonight and get on Spanish time. Tried to buy a cell phone today - that was an experience. We´re going to wait until tomorrow when we have lunch with our friends ...

... inviting. I tried my best to speak Spanish to ask for directions and what not...and EVERY time I got laughed at. And it wasn´t one of those laughs where the person is being jolly with you. They were laughing AT me all the way! I know I am not overly good at the language...but I don´t think I deserve laughter! :) I also stayed in one of those places I liken to a concentration camp...a HI hostel. Everything was really uniform and sterile ...

... for comfort, having been modelled of a lady's bottom. It is the perfect spot for a relax, which it seemed everyone visiting the park had the same idea. Following a short stroll through the garden we left the park and after a long walk to the metro returned to our hostel. Here we rested before heading out to Les Rambles to experience it at night. Stopped off at Placa Catalunya, the start of Les Rambles, and for ...

... Australia, some from Ireland, England, Germany, Korea, and several places around the US. On Sunday morning our flight left at 7 so we left the club about 4 and went back to our hostel and packed and went straight to the airport. We must have looked absolutely pathetic because we were all so tired and not feeling the greatest. We finally got home about 10 on Sunday morning and I slept...all day! Only in spain!

... not even halfway way completed. Started in 1882, it will not be done for another 100 years, so every time you come back to Barcelona, it should be a little further along than the last time. Pretty crazy stuff. Really enjoying Barcelona. Flying to Seville tonight. I'll stop boring you now. But do check out Barcelona, and Berlin, Athens and Florence - my four favorites so far. Hope all is well. I will be home in less than a week. I can't wait to sleep in my own bed again. HAHA.

... on my program that came with us is originally from The Dominican Republic - so, Spanish being her first language, helped us out a lot - although we did just fine with English. So, we made it to our hostel, and crashed, excited for a long day ahead. We got up the next morning, and had the most amazing breakfast - Dunkin Donuts and Starbucks! It was an amazing treat. One thing that really made me realize that we weren't in Italy...especially in Rome anymore, was ...

... we were walking past Barcelona's beautiful old apartment buildings on the way to see Gaudi's masterpieces of architecture. They appear suddenly inbetween traditionally reserved offices and are truly marvelous Hansel and Grettel houses. The Picasso museum was enlightening; during his student days he demonstrated what a fantastic artist he was with some classically beautiful art. Something must have happened to him in his later years, he turned into a depraved monster with his renowned ...