Days in Barca

What can I say? Every day I tried to get back to Mare Magnum, to sit on the wooden cover and look at people. It's not too good, right? Noone likes Mare Magnum as far as I know, considering it soulless and not in vibes with Barcelona. But I felt like it was the only place I could relax and just sit and breathe. The rest of every day reminded me some kind of marathon, have to run there, show mom and her friends some attractions, run some place else, show something else, blablabla. That's strange I didn't lose any weight.

And of course there are plenty of beautiful places in Barca, I just needed some time to adjust. Port Vell with artists and musicians, Barri Gothic that we got to the last day, Forum with noone around... Unforgettable was the bike tour with Dutch tourists on dutch language. So, I didn't understand much, who cares. It was still fun, riding through traffic. Had to do it once again, never got to it.

And I never get tired of saying, that Spain is my love forever.

...more pictures to come....