The moment I opened my eyes the next morning I had the strangest feeling that I have either grown muscular mass in areas of my body where they are not supposed to grow or I have managed to employ certain ones in my back and legs that I didn’t even know existed yesterday. “I am going to need a vacation from this vacation if we keep going at this rate” was the thought that kept me lying in bed staring at my bare toes for the next twenty minutes. “Maybe I will just sit in the upper deck of the bus and watch today” was the thought that got me out of bed and on to the shower. Holding the guidebook and taking photos was Angel’s job that day.
Around midday when you could fry an egg on my forehead I decided to get off the bus seeking shelter from the scorching sun. We got off in Montjuic near the Joan Miro foundation, but we decided to see the Montjuic castle first. We purchased Teleferic tickers to take us up to the castle separately as it was not included in the tour. The ride up and down was quiet scenic. Like going down is my weakest link, going up seems to be Angel’s pressing point. Obviously I took my turn in belittling his pains and suffering just the way he did me the day before coming down the Sagrada Familia’s tower. The gorgeous views that surrounded us were hard to miss though so I kept the molest short but not very sweet.
Our last bus stop was at the Camp Nou. We had agreed to make this one, but as soon as we got there I was surprised that Angel was very hesitant to get off the bus. He kept asking me if I really wanted to go like I was pushing him out to a battle field where certain death awaits! I had always known what a dedicated fan he is to Real Madrid, but I didn’t know he takes it seriously enough to feel guilty for just standing at the enemy’s gate. These Spanish take their football too seriously I must admit. One step at a time we finally entered the premises, but we were late for the guided tour, so we were asked to show ourselves around the common areas.
When the tour ended we returned to base at Placa Catalunya. We did what we like best: wander about Las Ramblas to enjoy the ambiance and seek a venue for an outdoors dinner. Different street acts are at display all the time in this neighborhood. No two nights are usually the same; there is always something more, something new to keep you entertained.
To be continued….