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Travel Blogs from Vilassar de Dalt
... succeeded in enjoying the beach, not about the nubile, topless hotties. And I really
enjoyed it; the breeze fans the skin and when that isn’t enough, the water is
just cool enough to do the job, and it is so buoyant and blue and beautiful,
even I could sort of float (I am not known for my swimming skills).
Of course I discovered a quaint, Brendaesque neighborhood just as I am leaving. El Born is ...
... Gaudi designed and started last and it is amazing so at least I got to see that part. The plans he made for the rest of the building were lost in a fire so over the many many years since it was started there have been different architects working on it so it's sort of mash up of designs. Our hostel was pretty cool, it had a few different common areas and an awesome rooftop bar. Everyone got dressed up and ...
Had eleven hours sleep last night, and actually managed a full day off today. I didn't leave the house. Terry only went out briefly, to the bread shop to get me a croissant for late breakfast. And still no hot cross buns.
Spent the day sprawled on the lounge, watching Barcelona life through the ...
... I don't plan to visit again this time. At the end of the park was Barcelona's zoo. Oh, I found it! It's a bit late and I don't have a strong desire to visit. I check the GPS and I've overshot where I was supposed to go. The park was so nice, who could blame me??
I go in the right direction and arrive at a street I had been on yesterday. Yay! I'm learning how to get around! So I put the GPS down to figure it out myself. I wasn't hungry, but knew I probably ...
... to have conversations and somehow get our point across. The idea had
been to meet for a drink and to have an earlyish night, in Spain time, as we
had planned an early start for our return trip.
Pablo took us to this tiny local bar; we
would never have found ourselves, boasting live music. It was a man singing
famous Spanish songs with his guitar sitting on a stool at the end of the room;
everyone else was crammed in sitting ...