Monday the 29th was recovery day. Tuesday was our first day tooling around town. Barcelona is as cool as I remember it. It’s nice to walk around a city and see pschidt, talk to people, and feel free, free from wondering what’s going on back in the states, free from wondering if the people you pass in the the street care about what is going on stateside, and free from wondering what stupid thing some political back home is going to say. The afternoon we went and visited Kat’s aunt, this turned out to be our ritual for the week. Run around the city starting about noon, go to visit auntie from 5 to 7 (ella vive en Santa Coloma) and then back to Barcelona.. Lot’s of walking, lots of small meals during the day. And let me be honest, when in Spain, it’s pretty much all about Jamon Serrano, small smoked fish, cheese, and bread
As for sight-seeing, the biggest thing was to see the progress on La Familia Sagrada. I was comparing progress from when I was there in 91/92, 99 while on honeymoon and now. It’s a really cool building and apparently construction has accelerated due to better techniques. Of course, as is my duty,I also managed 30 minutes of body surfing having spied some weak windswell waves working off a sandbar I presume was formed at the end of a river flowing into the med. I have now “surfed” on the Arab/Israeli side of the Med AND the European side. Howz that for wetting both cheeks….
Along comes Saturday and my commitment to support Kat and Nat shopping. It wasn’t so bad though I got to see my wife model skirts, how bad can that be.I even helped keep our 8 year old daughter from dominating the festivities (At 8 that child knows how to shop). I have to admit I was disappointed when it came my turn to get my textile retail therapy on. Turns out, Europeans don’t make that much for 6’2″ 250 lb males. Not even stylish size 12 sandals. So…. I left with out picking anything up. Just as well, I had to replace the iPhone when I got back to the tune of 800 bucks…., oh well, a small price to pay. Kat got to see her aunt, Tia got to see the family, she had a spring in her step and we were all happy for that…. I’m out until next time. Oh yeah, Spain is my favorite European country. I need to make it to Africa and South America, I’m 50, the clock is ticking