Mediterraneo Salou

je quitte Premia de Mar, Alain et Isra, ils ont été adorables avec moi. Je traverse Barcelone en train et décide à rester dans le train jusqu'au bout de la ligne, ce sera toujours ca de gagné!! Je roule quelques heures (étant donné que je suis partie à midi de Premia, le soir arrive vite) avant d'arriver devant un camping. J'hésite... il est 18h30, la nuit ...

inspiriert von Johannes´ und Judiths neuen schönen Weltreise-Berichten, auf die wir uns immer wieder freuen, gibt es jetzt mal wieder etwas aus dem guten alten Europa, von Kloestern und Staedten, die schon Hochkultur hatten, als in Australien noch alles wild und unberührt war.<br><br>Relativ spät im Urlaub hatten wir mal wieder einen Ausflug ins Kloster Santes Creus gemacht, in die Berge, deren erhabene Ruhe immer wieder beeindruckt und man sofort versteht ...

... br><br>Wie immer fiel unser Urlaub in die hohen Festtage von "Sant Magi", mit Menschentürmen, Festlichkeiten überall, mitternächtlichen Parties und vielem mehr.<br><br>Schön gekocht, Essen gegangen, unter anderem natürlich im Dorado, eine wunderbare Seezunge. Nur der Spielsaal, in dem Johannes und Stefan früher ihr Taschengeld verzockt hatten, war nicht mehr da, das findet jetzt wohl alles zu Hause am Computer statt.<br><br>Es geht uns wieder prächtig!

Waking up by rolling a few meters on the sand into the sea is fun (not as fun as shirt ball though). After leaving town we realised there was road works on the road we needed to be on. It was begining to seem like there would have to be a massive detour but by skillfully pointing at my bike and the road many times until the workers let us go down it; despite massive diggers swinging about. Spanish ...

... and it almost made Alex sick (see picture on Facebook).<br><br>Then we cycled another 30 miles down the coast where we fell asleep on another beach. It really sounds cool waking up on beaches alot but you normally wake up about 10 times in the night with ants all over your face or a massive tractor a few meters from your head. Fact: beaches are cool in the day and for the begining of the night but they are rarely cool to sleep on at night.

... para el minisafari. Esta vez en autobús y con mayores medidas de seguridad, ya que estabamos rodeados de leones, tigres, osos... <br><br>Con tanta emoción hemos acabado muertos. Así que hemos venido a casa y una peli. Hemos cenado con horario francés y a dar una vuelta visitando los puestos que adornan el malecón.<br><br>Ondo lo in!

Y por fin llegó el día esperado, empiezan nuestras vacaciones!<br><br>Después de unas horas de viaje hemos llegado a nuestro destino, el Vendrell, pueblo costero situado en la provincia de tarragona.<br><br>El viaje comenzó a las 15:30 de la tarde después de un día duro de trabajo. Ibane Schumacher me esperaba con su escabajo rojo a la salida del trabajo, y una vez puesto en marcha el GPS hemos partido hacia Catalunya. El famoso iphone de Ibane nos ha hecho ...

... to stay<br>P&amp;V has a special offer for its Pierre &amp; Vacanaces Residence Cala Cristal, Miami Platja, Costa Dorada this summer.<br><br><br><br>Pierre &amp; Vacanaces Residence Cala Cristal, Miami Platja is located 130km south of Barcelona and just 25km from the Port Aventura theme park, making this residence a perfect location for a fun ...

... silver painted lady and harp imitating a statue (very successfully). Admist all of that is the tacky tourist shop that will sell you a fridge magnet, a fan, and an 'I LOVE BARCELONCA' t-shirt. <br><br>I'm not knocking it - we bought one, and yes, ....... we do love Barcelona. <br><br>PS. We think it would be a great city to experience as a couple minus the kids for a weekend.<br><br>PS. Dan Carter also loves Barcelona. <br><br><br>

For the first time since I had been here I woke up with a chill in my room. I blindly scramble in the dark for the heater and clicked it on before drifting back off to sleep. My dreams had been filled with flowers that night, covering every edge of the room where I stood, beckoning me to breathe in their holy aromas. Their soft scents tickled the edge of my nose, but I resisted the temptation to ravish my senses with their gifts, and slowly they faded into my memory ...