Oh my gosh, I can sleep through anything but the noise of the Barri Gothic takes some beating. All night long, people shouting along the very small streets. The downside of buildings very close together. However, after breakfast on the patio, all was forgiven. We started our bus tour with one loop around to get our bearings, lunch back on the terrace and then back on the bus to the beach. The sea was freezing but there is nothing like walking around the shorline with your feed in the med passing the body builders on the beach.
Back on the bus and to the tourist mecca of Sagrada Familia, where i visited 10 years ago. Alas, the queues will take about the same amount of time to get in, so it was just a walk around the outside for us.
On to Parc Guell, something I've never seen in Barcelona. All I wanted to do was see the geko but alas, Ali and I went off piste again, passed a school on route and in 29 degrees, we were walking around the parc (although lovely) but still. Sods law, it was at the entrance and covered in tourists, that's why we missed it. That's my excuse.
In the evening, the clan joined us for tapas to celebrate Aunty's last night in her 30's. At midnight, we sang happy birthday while drinking our 2 glasses of sprite on the ramblas that cost £11.
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