Casa De La Rosa
Travel Blogs from Barcelona
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... in full swing.
The whole of Barcelona seemed to be sprawled out in every patch of shade having a picnic.
We found our own small patch of shade and all was good.
Dogs are no respecter of personal space, are they? One or two dogs who had been for a swim in the fountains and ponds shimmied through our picnic in a very friendly and rather wet way, their owners being noted only by their absence.
From there it was but a short walk to the sea, past a long, tall wall ...
... the famous Ramblas Street, charming and promising according to its reputation. We found a nice restaurant and enjoyed a great meal- all ordering had to be done in Catalonian Spanish (Daddy esplain!). See our little video and the way we enjoy playing around .
We continued walking around, got into a little supermarket, and walked back to the hotel, carrying bags of food and mainly ...
... place Baldo, but omg, finally, good food. The egg thing I got was so good. Not overly salty or greasy for once. The paella was the same, but at least something was good. Silly bro wanted ice cream, so we actually had that before the real meal. Hey, whatever goes when on vacation.
The train ride was quite tranquilo. Argo in Spanish. Sea to the right, land to the left. It was pretty nice. A meal came with the ride. It was like airplane ...
Early start at Clink78 hostel before heading off. Three
different tour groups were leaving on the same day so it was absolute chaos as
everyone was tripping over each others bags and trying to figure out who their
trip leader was. We eventually headed off at seven in the morning to head to
Dover to catch the ferry across to France. Majorly disappointed that it was
foggy and horrid down at the White Cliffs of Dover, so no pretty pictures, but
seeing as ...