Barcelona

Barcelona seems like ages ago now, even though I only left there eight days ago. I do remember that I arrived there with the intention of largely ignoring the culture (Barcelona not being a particularly Spanish city anyway) and doing some partying. That my time there is a bit fuzzy now suggests that I achieved my aims. I do remember walking back to the hostel down La Rambla and getting propositioned by no less than four hookers, so they must have thought I looked in the mood to have fun (that, or very drunk). The only touristy things I achieved while there were taking a look at the Sagrada Familiar, the insane unfinished creation of Anton Gaudi, and going on a hike along the Carretera de les Aigües, a gravel path up above Barcelona that gives great views of the enormous city. I have photos of all of the above (ok, wait, not the hookers) but I can't really be bothered putting them up right now. I just wanted to get this post written before I completely forget that I even went to Barcelona. I'm in Lisbon now, so posts about Lagos and Porto are also in the works. Dane is napping so I might write them now. Or not.