My time in Barcelona is coming to an end, I take this time to reflect back on the last four days of my life.
I have walked many, many kilometres, I only wish I was wearing a pedometer. I have seen inside “Casa Batllo”, where the works of architect, Gaudi were at their best. I have admired “Sagrada Familia” from the outside and I have spent time walking through the “Park Guell”.
I have sat and cried about my life in the “Parc de la Ciuta della” and tried on countless outfits in the beautiful shops. I have walked along the Marina, passed the “Mirador de Colom” and onto the man-made, floating island that has shops, cafes and the Aquarium.
I have wandered the “La Rumbla”, holding tightly onto my bag and watching the street performers and the mad array of tourists. I have had dinner with a local girl at a local eating time (who might I add also speaks perfect English as well as Spanish). I have been out to a bar where it doesn’t get busy until 2am, where I met a nice man from Germany.
I have walked through “Espanya” gates, up the hill past the “Font Magica de Montjuic” to the “Museu Nacional d’Art de Catalunya”. I explored where the 1992 Barcelona Olympics were held, which is one of the many highlights in Barcelona. I then walked further up the hill to “Castell de Montjuic” where I looked over the whole city.
Today I was in the middle of a Spanish – Catalunya protest, which a tourist could easily mistaken for a pre- World Cup Final parade.
And on top of all that, I have ate well, enjoying the local cuisine and tapas. I have been merry with friends and I saw the game that put Spain in the World Cup Final.
I am exhausted, but it is welcomed. I have blisters and sore muscles. I am currently running on four hours sleep, a heap of walking today and a run this morning. I am not looking forward to the repack of my bag, especially since I bought more clothes.
Barcelona has made me excited about life again, I will be forever grateful. Except that it is near impossible to avoid wheat and dairy in this place.
I thank my friend for putting me up in his place for five nights and showing me the sites.
Bon Voyage for London tomorrow!