I don’t think I’ll be able to do Barcelona justice especially on one page. For a start between the pair of us, Scally and I took nearly 700 pictures of the city; both of old and new.





But firstly I have to report I’ve been threatened – yes, appalling isn’t it? I can tell you're all shocked.


I’m not allowed to tell anyone about The Great Spanish Spoon Theft or apparently it will go very hard on me. And as I’m the Good One around here I’ll obviously have to do as I’m told. I’m sorry if you’re disappointed.




This, by the way, is a picture of a jug of sangria that Scally & I enjoyed at a beach bar one lunch time. Nice spoon don’t you think? You know - and this will come as a surprise to everyone - Scally has a spoon that looks just like that one at home. Identical in fact, in every way. Small world, innit?

We went to Barcelona by train and I even found the train station impressive.


There was no way you could cover the city in a day, a bit like this blog, so Scally had picked out a few places to go and then basically walked our feet off. No wonder when I weighed myself on our return I found that instead of putting weight on I’d in fact lost a pound (still waiting for my paragraph from Ms Verde btw).

First stop: Cristoforo Columbo monument or Christopher Columbus as history renamed him. Typical that – can’t pronounce the name so we’ll change it to one that we like more.

You take a small lift that is situated inside the column to the top (60 metres in the air); hence the number of people up there at any given time is limited. Scally has a lot more photo’s of the view than me. As you know I’m not keen on heights and I’ll admit that I had my back to the wall and was holding on as if my life depended on it, whilst my stomach did flips and my legs started to shake while we were up there. I was fine to start with, then it move. It did, honestly it did. I felt it move. After that I just wanted to go down again. Of course the sympathy I received from both of them was overwhelming – not! Fancy laughing and taking the mickey, the swines.


We then wandered a bit further through the city towards the markets


The thing with Barcelona is that you don’t need to visit the famous places, nearly every building is a master piece in it’s own right. I think I spent a good part of the day saying 'Oh. Wow, look at that'.

I'm afraid that this is going to carry on into next week, I've not told you about the fight we had in the sandwich shop about who was paying for lunch yet.