Marvel Coma Ruga Hotel

... 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…

... i sentieri sterrati. A breve distanza mi seguono tre giovani spagnoli non catalani in fila indiana che parlano fra loro e una ragazza bassa e coi capelli scurissimi che gli va dietro. Portano un frigorifero da mare, degli zaini pieni di roba, forse una tenda. La distanza fra lo strapiombo e la ferrovia si fa sempre più sottile e i treni quando sfrecciano alla mia destra strillano come dannati. Sono ormai arrivato alla fine del sentiero scavato nella roccia ...

... further along is a larger bay. One day I went exploring all the beaches and as I came over the high point and the last beach came into view, I thought I saw more than the usual amount of exposed flesh and more than the usual amount of men. I hesitated slightly, then bravely ventured down as I was really dying for a swim and nothing was going to put me off. In fact, apart from the first section, which was all naked men, the rest of the beach was full of couples, families and ...

... an old man named Hector, a street singer, and sang let it be or as he would say leth ith be and some other tunes. I told the crowd my name was Jorjina (pronounced -horhina-since the patron saint of Barcelona is jordi or George, it only made sense that would be my Spanish nome) We made a tonne of euros all thrown down in front of us in his guitar case and things were grand....until the sirens sounded, hector grabbed his guitar case pushed ...

... and instead had his eyes either closed shut or focused on his guitar, which he embraced like a small child, swaying with the little body in his arms. And that is how one man and his guitar saved Barcelona from being thought of as a city I could have done without. The lovely concert allowed me to know a little more of the real Barcelona... and Spain´s musical history, rich from experiences of the rolling Mediteranian sea, the sunny fields ...

... intended the park to become a residential estate, as a development it failed but as a park it is a major success. This Saturday afternoon it was very busy, I would hate to see what it would be like in Summer. People posing with the dragon at the entrance where annoying everybody else trying to get a photo. Up to the columns supporting the main terrace, each column being unique with mosaics on the roof and ...

... were from when he was 12 years old to about 20 years old. They were incredible, so realistic! That afternoon we went to the beach. We saw the Mediterranean! Of course it was too cold to actually get in the water but we laid on the beach for a while and the sun felt great. Only a few more weeks and I'll be all over that, swimming in the Atlantic and the Mediterranean. By the way, if someone says "que pasa ...

... when you get to a city. It really helps when you know what you are looking at and why it is important. After the bike tour on day 1, we spent some time at the beach before heading to Salamanca for dinner, a fancy but not too pricey fish restaurant near the beach and our hostel ( a Hyman suggestion). Restaurant suggestions are crucial because otherwise you have to rely on looking at menus but have no idea about the quality of the food inside. If you have been to a good ...

It's been a long week, after a great weekend. I will now recount all of it with you. A group of us (7 to be exact) left Italy for the first time since we arrived, and made it all the way to Barcelona. It was, just as I had expected it to be, awesome! We arrived on Thursday night, and were quickly reminded that we weren't in Rome anymore. As soon as we got off the bus from the airport, we had to worry about pickpockets. There were a couple of them following us from ...

Barcelona: November 1999 An Easyjet flight from Liverpool for £120 and you're away, who needs to pre-book accomodation? We learnt that if your flight gets into an airport an hour and a half outside a busy city it is a good idea. On the flight we chanced upon a South African work colleague, Jaco, who happened to be a very seasoned traveller. We had an opportunity to catch up on the flight but as we landed we made our apologies and rushed off explaining that we needed to get into town ...