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The other end of the beach
In the very back you can see the start of the cable car ride, and the peak of the mountain it reaches.. Saturday we had the second part of our bus tour, but decided to jump on from a different stop, which lead us to a walk down to a new side of the beach we hadn’t been before. It was spot the Spanish, as we had obviously hit the holiday makers, it was like London on sand!
When we did get on the bus, we toured through the Olympic Village of 1992 and up to the amazing Palaca Espanya, home to the most spectacular fountains and night display. Unfortunately for us, they were setting up for an exhibition, and although we had access to the building itself, all the water displays were turned off for set up.
Tim decided to head into the Museum, while Erin, Dan and I were tempted again by the taste of the sea and headed back down to the market for some more fresh fish, with the plan to take the cable car back up to the Palace and meet Tim for the evening light show.
Taking the long route back, we sat up on the bus and watched the world whiz past us. The views from the mountain were just stunning, but
Another statue!
They're everywhere, in every shape and size! the weather was certainly heating up, so we were glad to be taking shade for a while! Walking towards the market we stumbled upon none other than “Hogan’s Australian Pub”! And just when I was thinking I could live in Barcelona, what was hanging in the window but “Staff Wanted, Aussie accent required”! I can still do that!!
Lunch was another beautiful fresh display of seafood, but what captured us were the drinks! I asked for a large diet coke (and perhaps they knew I was coming, because those who do know it runs in my veins thinker than blood) so when we were presented with 1 liter glasses I was thrown straight up to heaven & the amount of weight they carried made up for my lack of weight training over the week - brilliant!!
With out bellied full, bladders too, we resided to the beach for a siesta - I just love the Spanish way of life! By 6:30 we were done with the sand, and headed up to the apartment for a quick shower to jump onto the 7:15 cable car ride to meet Tim back at the Palaca Espanya light show. 7:10 we arrive
to find that on a Saturday, the last ride up is at 7:00.. Opps!! We could have jumped back on the tour bus and taken the full trip around again, although that would have taken an hour.. We could have walked, well hiked, up the hill.. Or we could call Tim and ask him sweetly to record it for us and we would head out into the Placa de Catalunya. The third option won by three votes, so we headed out on our own into the city for our last night, leaving Tim to film it for us instead.
Walking towards La Rambla we found ourselves in a mob of people dancing and jumping away! With no set rhythm or beat, bongo players were tapping away, people singing their own lyrics and dancing around each other like African tribes freely at the top of the road! Could this have been what we missed in the 70’s?
As we walked down the side streets of La Rambla, we were approached by an American promoter offering us a cheap deal on Tapas. A little skeptical, but impressed by the menu and prices, we followed him down turning left then right
Our girl Kylie
Larger than life, she's everywhere! Even Spain! until we found ourselves outside a gorgeous restaurant, feeling a little uncomfortable in our exploring clothes! We couldn’t believe our luck, as a Saturday night goes, the restaurant was filled with people dressed to impress and the waiters were ever so attentive, we would have never have thought to even slow down as we walked past, but here we were table for 3 eating yet again the most amazing sea food tapas for our final supper of Spain!
Again, filled to the brim, as it really hadn’t been that long since lunch, we pulled out the map to make sure we could get to see all that we wanted that evening, and make a rough game plan for Sunday, our final day, before making our way up to the Square of Placa de Catalunya via the weekend evening markets and inevitably, another Gelato!
The next morning of our final day, we all sat on the beach and admired Tim’s filmography of the light show, and each split off to our own adventures to cover as much ground as we could for the day.
Missing the cable car the night before, it was the only thing left on
Palaca Espanya
Without any water! my wish list for the trip, so I was first in que for the 11am ride, after seeing the most amazing photo’s at Barca, Dirk’s son’s Barcelona themed restaurant in Amsterdam last month. After a 45min wait, it was only a 5 min ride, but stepping out at the top of the mountain was just breath taking!
Heading back down, I met Erin and Dan at a little snack spot next to Hogan’s, who had spent the day at the zoo, and Tim who had been inside the Sagrada Familia, a good day by all, but after packing up the apartment we were all more than happy to spend our final hours on the beach before taking the bus back out to the airport home to the drizzly, miserable London..
Now I’m left thinking, as I look out the office window to rain and a sea of umbrellas, was it all a dream!?
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