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Barcelona
2006
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Following a ride on a open top bus that seemed to last for hours, Dessi suggests that we get off
and pay a visit to Parc
Guell, the famous
Gaudi designed park, one of her favourite places in Barcelona. 'Tis indeed a fascinating place. Whatever your opinions of his designs, nobody could ever
accuse Gaudi of being boring!
Everywhere you look there is another architectural gem to mess with your head,
love him or hate him Gaudi was a genius of design. He took the rule book, read it, inwardly digested
it and then tore it up and threw
it away!
"The Hall of a
Hundred Columns". The outer columns are angled outward towards the bottom
whilst the central pillars
are perpendicular and from certain angles this
gives a very odd perspective. While we were here there was a guitarist
playing a
Spanish guitar in the hall and the acoustics were just superb
Interesting fact number four hundred and eighty seven: The word
"Gaudy" is derived from Gaudi's
name - not hard to see why I suppose!
Looking out over Barcelona from Parc Guell
We went for a beer
to a bar near the station and I Iiked these so photographed them - doesn't take
much to keep me happy!
It was early evening when we arrived back at Sant Pol.
This shot of the beach was taken from the station platform as we got off the
train
Santa
Pol is a nice unspoiled little Catalonian seaside town
That's it then - our quick visit to Barcelona. Considering the little amount of time we spent there we did see quite a bit of it, although big cities aren't my favourite places to visit, I'm sure Wee Jimmy and me will return, but next time for a few days. On our next visit to see Jim and Dessi I want to go up to Monserrat, that may be later in the year or early 2007.
All that now remains is a day chilling out back at Jims place and then it's
back to Gerona for our plane home. I'm not a big fan of Ryanair but on the return flight we secure a decent seat
.....well as decent as they get on a Ryanair
bucket. The guy in front of me farts a concerto all the way home though, which isn't terribly pleasant, I'm sat here hoping the
stewardess will appear and shove a Christmas tree up his arse to clear him
out. He's obviously got something
quite rancid and decaying stuck firmly up his rectum to create such a bloody awful stench!
The landing is a typical Ryanair event, I think
they must employ the past members of the Irish
Olympic belly flop team for pilots.
Every landing made with them so far, I've been surprised the wheels and undercarriage
don't come up through the fuselage floor, such is the sledgehammer
impact with which we always seem to hit the runway. This time the pilot is French
though, so they're obviously no better at it than the spud kickers. Apart from
that and the knobbly bits which seem to stick out of the back of every seat in
just the right place to inflict serious bruising of the kneecaps, it's a good flight.....Wee Jimmy has very small and well padded knees so she falls
asleep and snores, which adds an interesting stereo effect to accompany fart boy's efforts