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... I saw were so well done, I didn’t even know that they were real
people. And koodos to them too because it was so hot out and they were able to
stand so still with their (sometimes big) costumes on.
We spent some time on the beach of course. I didn’t go
swimming but there were a lot of people in the water. The weather is always
nice. Hector told me that during the winter ...
... the inside of the dome. We got a good amount of time to look at the fresco and gather our breath before we had to start climbing again where the ascension stepped up a notch in the intensity. We could tell we were getting close to the Cupola because the ceiling of the tunnels were starting to arch in and the steps were getting closer together and practically vertical. Finally, we saw daylight, we made it, somewhat gasping. This certainly is ...
... a 12th-century cloister.
• C/Sant Pau 101
• Church open for mass only: 8pm Sat, noon Sun; cloister open 10am–1:30pm Tue–Sat,
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... a surprise waiting for Battery Boy. Their older son had arranged for a bottle of French champagne to be chilling on ice for their arrival to celebrate Battery Boy's birthday. What a wonderful surprise, Video Girl saw Battery Boy's eyes glistening, through her own tears. They freshened up then went downstairs to consult the concierge in relation to a suitable restaurant. They requested Catalan cuisine and he quickly recommended La Vinateria del Call, Sant ...
... market. It did not disappoint with hanging hocks of jamon, rows of candied fruits and marzipan, spices, and more jamon. We snacked through a bit, enjoyed some juices, and even found a spice vendor with big sticks of licorice root; something we both gnawed on as children. My memory tastes better than the sticks!
Tomorrow, we'll visit a bit more of the city, then enjoy a train down to Alicante to meet our home exchange friends. Off to the beaches!