Hotel Estela Barcelona - Hotel del Arte
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... br> No monks were seen :(
After the return train ride back, we shopped on the Ramblas and got take out to eat (Tommy dropped my Asian food but we were able to save it). We dined on our hotel balcony. Little did we know that it came with a dinner show of juggling and music as seen in the pictures.
The paseo down the Ramblas to the harbor was the icing to this day.
... the second I uttered the word 'Barcelona'. Immediately upon landing I could see why. I caught the A1 bus into the city and got off at Placa Catalunya. Even when I couldn't find the street my hostel was on, I didn't really care too much. The old part of Barcelona is beautiful and after dumping my bags in the room I was straight back out into the late afternoon sun, mesmerized by the sound of the fountains and the comforting shutter-click ...
... sorbet & 2 limoncellos :). We've noticed rather a high proportion of gay persons since we got here, but tonight really rammed home (so to speak) how gay the place is. Nothing wrong with that, in fact it's probably better for it (I'm right on, me), but one of us dis find he was gripping his girlfriends hand rather tighter than normal as we cruised, sorry, strolled, through the streets.
A good day, & hoping to sunbathe tomorrow :).
... need for singing? You start at the beginning, a very good place to start, and if you and your pianist finish at the same time its usually a success. And if you dont quite know the song you damn well join in on the second chorus.
I began to wonder if someone in Manchester had tipped them off. "Please dont let himsing.... Think of your business"
Ok, so part one of the fantasy was shattered. What abour Part 2?
Whilst at the bar two different guys came up for ...
... to report to the king and the queen. Its the last thing you see at the end of Las Ramblas. Sort of saying you've reached it, but not the Americas, the end of the Street. Since the queen wasnt rewarding me with anything and Columbus was discovering my dinner we starting head back to what we called home :) We were craving pizza but everything was closed until 8 around us so we went to the apartment, and rested our feet before going back out for dinner. We found a quaint little hole in ...