15 Septembre
With the warmth of the Spanish sun, I feet right at home in Barcelona... from the friendly people to the festival like atmosphere on the beaches and the beautiful tanned girls.
During the day I walked the old part of the city, spent some time at the beach, and view the Picasso museum, tour a couple public gardens and an old church. As I walk down the streets, a few old men play bocci ball.
In the evening, I stroll the busy streets and stop for some mojitos at a place called Q-bar. After smoking outside with a stranger, I strike up a conversation with an older English couple. I listen to their stories from past travels. The woman speaks with great detail, and being a mother, illuminates the story behind her husband's stories.
With the warmth of the Spanish sun, I feet right at home in Barcelona... from the friendly people to the festival like atmosphere on the beaches and the beautiful tanned girls.
During the day I walked the old part of the city, spent some time at the beach, and view the Picasso museum, tour a couple public gardens and an old church. As I walk down the streets, a few old men play bocci ball.
In the evening, I stroll the busy streets and stop for some mojitos at a place called Q-bar. After smoking outside with a stranger, I strike up a conversation with an older English couple. I listen to their stories from past travels. The woman speaks with great detail, and being a mother, illuminates the story behind her husband's stories.
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