Terri and I left last Sunday for Barcelona, we arrived there about lunchtime and were picked up by Guy Pranzili who took us to his flat (4 floors high and no lift 
) in the middle of the old quarter. We went to the beach shortly after. Hadn’t seen him and his missus Sylvia in a year and old m8 Rino who I had not seen in ages. Sadly it started to cloud over and the winds picked up so we moved to a beach further along and waited till the sun set.
The next day was more spent on sightseeing such as the Sagrada Familia cathedral which felt like a massive disappointment especially after to get in and see not much more than a building site, I mean there was scaffolding everywhere and anyone intending to visit could spare themselves the entrance fee and just check the building out at the front and back. The design of it is awesome, whether it will ever be finished is another like most Barcelonasitas believe. We come home and Sylvia is in full prep. with Rino as the model. Sylvia has an assignment from school (she studies hair and make-up) and it’s Jesus on a cross, Terri and I follow it all from a distance on the rooftop and I take a few shots while they are @ it.
We do what tourists do (and there are plenty in Barcelona) and that is walk in the baking heat, it is around 28/30 degrees and the sun is in full blast, would not want to be here in July and/or August to tell you the truth.
The next day (Tuesday) we had decided to go to Cadaquez, a small village about 2 hours bus ride up north not far away from the French border, the reason we went there was because Salvador Dali’s house (he lived there until his wife died in 1982) was there, we arrive there in the morning and we are well impressed by the location/feel of the place, reminds us a lot of Crete, which we both love.
After a steep walk on the island we reached it and it was well presented and the tour was well organized (be it a little strict, then again tourists are cattle and need to be treated as such). The views from Dali’s mansion (he took 42 years to build it from a few fishermen’s cottages) had were breathtaking and my my what must the place have been like between 1930-1980 before all the rich peeps started to move in (the village is filled with expensive properties which are shut most of the time). A great experience.
We decided to spend the night and got ourselves a nice place not far from the beach. The first restaurant we went to (a piano restaurant built around a tree) was so stuck up in its approach and manners that we decided to leave after sitting down for 3/4 minutes and went to another restaurant 50 meters down the road where the service/food/price was excellent.
The next day we spent till about 4 pm just wandering/tanning/eating and above all enjoying the scenery.
Back in Barcelona I was planning to see Capricorns as they were touring Europe but no one bothered to answer so gave up on that and went for cocktails instead with half a dozen mates, in a nutshell a great night out.
Thursday spent sightseeing and checked out the Gothic Quarter and Raval two great areas with lots of character, shortly after we walked over La Ramblas, a total touristic hellhole that ought to be avoided at all costs, why this place is heaving with people is beyond me imagine Covent Garden, Leicester Sq, Piccadilly and Oxford St. all molded into one (I know a retailer’s wet dream)………in the afternoon we went back to the beach and tanned some more. On the way back I managed to capture a few good shots with snoggers, good captures.
Friday we visted Gaudi’s house in Park Guell which was heaving with tourists, I mean it was too much and after an hour and a bit I had enough and wanted to make the trek back, after burning 40 quid on cheese and meat we went back home for a quick lunch and then shot of to the beach for a quick tanning session before we had to make our move to Girona airport.
