Gee But It's Great To Be Home Again...
A weekend of sporting happiness has kept me from this here blog on account of the fact that, non-believer though I may be, when it comes to Manchester City's future and the Ryder Cup my rationality goes AWOL.Consequently I was sort of praying to the Gods of Sporting Justice to a)let City win and b)allow Europe to completely shred the Yanks.
Cheers Gods of Sporting Justice.
OK. Barcelona. What a city. Up there on a par with Manchester and Prague. Holy shit it's even got a fabulous beach that goes on for miles and miles and miles and miles and............The busking was classy (usually Hot Club du Paris 1930s jazz played by groups of four with two accordions one clarinet and a percussionist) although classical guitarists also held sway.
Sadly the 'hostel' we stayed in was an absolute shit hole. I mean, c'mon, have you EVER stayed in a place with no plug socket in your room?? I wouldn't mind if we'd known we were going to a hostel, but the place advertises itself as a friggin' HOTEL. Lying bastards. We booked this place in good faith via lastminute.com having no qualms whatsoever regarding internet transactions, I mean, we've done so many!
On this occasion though we got a dump - and a dump that we'd paid upfront for because 'that's lastminute.CON's policy'. A policy incidentally that does not fly in your face until you click the button marked 'confim?'Totally and completely unimpressed.
It's a bloody good job Barca is sooooooooo cracking!
The beach and the architecture and the food and the Olympic Stadiums and Village. Gaudi and Picasso and Miro and cheap transport, great little bars here and there with multitudes of Tapas on display and ready to eat.
We tried really hard on Tuesday to book a different, quieter hotel, but they were ALL booked up. *weep*
In the end we had to stay where we were. But hey....life's like that.
Days spent in indolent architectural appreciation and evenings spent soaking up some great music, food and drink.
On Thursday evening we sauntered into local square and it was alive with music and audience. A free concert from a jazz band so tight you couldn't have got a credit card between the buttocks of any of 'em.
So much free live music and such a happy crowd from youngster to pensioner. It was a pleasure to watch and listen.
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