After a four-day cram session at the hostel to try and learn Español, I now find myself drifting aimlessly once again through the home of el Flamenco, el Picasso and...er los Edificios Bonitos... (Sí, that´s right- "Estoy no hablo muy bien Español!") Anyway, I´m staying at a sufficiently cramped hostel in the centre of Barcelona for a couple of days before trying to make my way down to Granada (by what means, I don´t know!). This morning was spent in the Picasso museum which, albeit awe-inpiring (and art-inspiring!) didn´t have any of his famous works in it... which was a bit of a let down. I spose they´re all in the Louvre or something... It´s not cold here, (in fact, compared to Scotland it´s bloody warm at a balmy 14 degrees!) but unlike sunny Edinburgh, it
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