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Day 10: Barcelona, Spain

Friday, September 16th, 2005

Plans for this morning had been put into place last night during our poker/drinking time. Feeling like we were lacking somewhat in the culture department during our time in Barcelona, I’d arranged with Ned (an English guy staying in the hostel) to go see the Picasso museum. Apart from everything Gaudi, the Picasso was supposed to be a cultural highlight of this Catalunyan City!

Winding our way through the Barra Gotic we eventually found this rather hidden treasure! The €6 entry fee would have been worth it alone just to have seen the building! Inside, the works of the world renound artistic genius were focussed on the earlier stages of his life and thus the most famous works of his can be found elsewhere. However it is perhaps the earlier work that I favour. Never being particularly taken by anything cubist, his purer paintings of his formative years are not only the most eye catching but also the most revealing about his life. A big Picasso fan I may still not be but I certainly came out feeling more educated!

AS if to undermine the culture experienced this morning, an altogether alternative approach was passed fit for our afternoon! The Beach! I met up with the 2 Scottish guys and Francis and we headed, towels at the ready for an afternoon of mindless sunbathing!

Our afternoon was disrupted somewhat by, what can only be described as, a madman! We deduced that this guy was speaking German and that everyone he had been talking to (if “talking” is indeed the correct word) he really didn’t know! He would seemingly pick a person and go annoy them for 15 minutes before picking on someone else! When the guy started doing some weird looking martial arts on the sand and then jumping into the sea fully clothed (glasses and all), doing a handstand in the water and running back out again, we and all those around, could be seen to physical move away from this rather bizarre being!

I thought I might have had something going with one of a group of girls sat not far from us but its not exactly easy getting that eye contact thing working when you’re wearing sunglasses! The moment passed and we were up and leaving before I could really do anything about trying my luck!

My evening was pretty much arranged for me when Alan phoned to say meet him at the Hospital Clinic metro station and we’d go for food and plentiful supplies of alcohol! Sounded pretty good to me! He was also going to be bringing his girlfriend and her sister who had come to visit.

Alan had picked out a Mexican restaurant that had been excellent last time they were there. His only problem now, it seemed, was finding the damn place! The two girls seemed pretty reluctant to walk virtually anywhere and with Alan swearing every 5 minutes that he thought it was just around the corner only to find, actually, no, it wasn’t, caused tensions to flare a little! We did eventually find the place and took up residence on the outside seats.

The four of us seemed to get on pretty well and his girlfriend’s Sister seemed good to talk to (being able to speak 4 languages as good as fluently helps) and the evening was going along nicely. There had been talk of going to a club tonight but as the evening progressed I don’t think anyone’s heart was really in it so we just sat back, and supped our Coronitas! The evening took a slight turn for the worse when a friend of Alan’s turned up. Now, 4 people (especially when 2 of them are a couple) is easy enough, you just hope you get on with the other person. With 5 of us now and another French speaker at the table, I wound up feeling a little lost. I certainly wasn’t feeling comfortable! The mood was sweetened slightly towards the end of the evening when I got chatting again with the sister (names are escaping me at the moment!) but it all ended pretty abruptly when it was clear we were leaving. We did however arrange to meet tomorrow as they were going on a boat cruise and asked me to join them…It seemed like a good plan to me!

Getting back to the hostel around 2am I headed for the common room to grab some juice and just chill for half an hour before heading off to bed!

Day 8: Barcelona, Spain

Wednesday, September 14th, 2005

The sun, the sand, the sea! Now, I could handle this on a more regular basis!! With so much to do and see in Barcelona, I opted for the only sensible choice, a day at the beach! Actually it was partly a way to explore that side of town and have a good walk down through the beach area of Barcelona, and I couldn’t have wished for a nicer day to go and do it!

Looking at my map (yes, the Shari one!) it looked easy enough….head out to the bottom of the Ramblas, turn left and basically keep walking. Had there not been a port and several buildings in the way, this would, indeed have been pretty simple. As it was, I ended up following my nose for a while and trying to keep as close to the shore as possible. This wasn’t always that easy and I ended up slightly off track (rather fortunately as it turned out) and figuring the way back to where I wanted to be, headed on through a delightful little park! Perfectly peaceful and just away from the usual tourist crowds, walking through I felt genuinely lucky I had got slightly lost!

The park took me out onto the sea front and the beach. I was somewhat surprised at how quiet it was but guessed it was now out of school holidays and a lot of the usual tourists were safely locked up in their jobs at home! All the better for me! Not really thinking before I came out this morning, I hadn’t packed a towel (as if one of those travel towels would actually do me any good on a beach) so decided my bum was better placed on one of the grassy banks than on the sand itself. From there I could soak up the sun, read my book and admire the beautiful ladies without getting sand all over my backside!

Feeling the heat slightly I ended up going for a couple of beers in the shade, and have to admit, for the first time on this trip, sat back and just relaxed! It was at that moment I really started to feel like I was travelling and really enjoying seeing somewhere new yet able to unwind and start taking it all in!

I met up with a few of my roommates later in the afternoon (a couple e of Scottish lads who had come to Barcelona to try and find some work and a guy from Oz). What we did that evening, was, well, rather British! We managed to get a few more guys (and Francis, the girl who was asleep in my room when I arrived yesterday) together and headed out to a bar to watch football! Yep, here I was in Barcelona, watching Man U in the Champions League in an Irish bar! Of the things I said I’d avoid on my travels, this was number 2 (right behind 1: Have a McDonalds). I successfully managed to knock number 3 off the last as well before we got home by tucking into a rather tasty kebab!