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Travel Blogs from Barcelona
A small Correfoc
... because of the timing of our flights.
I was hoping, after my practice session, to be asked to help with a Pinya by one of the groups but the different colles help each other whenever possible and it seemed that there were enough experienced Castellers so they did not need extra assistance.
The festa Major de Sant Roc was drawing to a close this evening in the city centre and the highlight of the day was a Correfoc which we thought would be fine consolation for ...
Spain
... in shades of blue) after the tragic suicide of a friend and then he moved onto a much happier “rose period” (when he painted everything shades of red). He must have gotten sick of the ‘same’ colour theme bizzo cause not long after that he invented cubism, which is what he became best known for. It’s that weird abstract arty form. Even his nephew, Javier Vilato (1921 - 2000) got hooked on cubism and in our ...
Good Riddance Par-ee
... WAIT to get out of Paris and off to Barcelona. The train ride was about 9 hours in all with two very easy transfers and the ride was gorgeous, saw the water for the first time in the south of France and Northern Spain is probably some of the most beautiful scenery I have seen yet. VERY green and lush, Spain took my breath away. Upon arrival at Barcelona Sants station, David, Linda and myself hopped on the very clean, convenient ...
Viva Barcelona!
... the bar was so
small and atmospheric I loved it fiercely. The back room had a ceiling
scarcely higher than my head with wooden beams on the ceiling and walls
of exposed, uneven sandstone bricks. Also there were never any other
tourists there other than people I brought from the hostel. Twice I went
there with girls who mainly spoke French so I learned a lot of French
those evenings. One time I was with a French girl, a girl fom the ...
Here it is ... the end of this particular journey
... still like to lose a couple of kilos though, more for looks than fitness.
I think I need to have a GPS implanted into my brain. Again, on my return to my apartment last night, I took the wrong turn and was surprised to find myself back at the Port. No problems, I knew my way home from there. Yet somehow I found myself on the Beach (where I hadn't yet been); it was beautiful - the full Moon was shining over the water, the air was balmy and everywhere people ...