So our dream period in Barcelona is coming (slowly) to an end as we’ve just been offered another crossing back to the Caribbean on the same sailing boat Stravaig that we crossed on earlier this year. Its been an interesting couple of months, filled with food, wine, cervezas, mas cervezas, Dona Marias and Rrrrricardos to name a few. We’ve seen most of the ‘must see’ sights around town including Tibidabo

the hundred year old theme park at the very top of the city, La Boqueria,

the 800 year old market in the centre of Las Ramblas, watched Barca win at Camp Nou (Go Messi!!!!)

and heaps of other stuff too. We’ve been having fun with everything in this city, even the rubbish. One night after Barca beating Madrid (again) we found this painting in the trash on the street (after several beers)

and managed to carry it all through the city claiming it was the lost Picasso. It now sits proudly in our room. Mostly though we’ve just been kicking it Spanish style which means doing as little as possible during the heat of the day and drinking, eating and partying at any given excuse during the night.

But the best part of any place is the people and there have been lots of awesome people we’ve met along the way, and not always the people you’d expect to meet in a city like this… Of course there’s Gemma, the Catalan chica who we shared our first flat with and love to bits. She introduced us to the Catalan spirit and showed us how and why we should fall in love with this city. Then there’s Ryan, the American scientist here to do his Phd who, at times, can seem like anything but a scientist and his friend Simon, the only scientist you’ll ever meet who’s head is completely shaved except for 3 or 4 dreads and has tattoos all down one arm. I guess that’s one thing you have to get used to in Europe and especially in Spain, nothings what it looks like. 
Anyhow right now we’re living right next to the biggest city park here called Parc Ciutadella
 
where any given day you can find people practicing juggling, flips, stick fighting, ukelele (how do you even spell that?) human shape building, fire sticks, tight rope walking, guitar and bongo jamming and on a Sunday, you get all of that at once. Its something epic to walk around in the centre of the city being treated to a unique show, all for free. If you want to, you can live the best life here with hardly any cash and I think thats how the Spanish get their “Manana manana” attitude, its easy for someone like me to fall straight into that…

But now, sadly, its almost time to move on and back to Palma to get back to work. But hey, its just a couple of months and who knows where the next stop will be?Gonna be hard to stay away from this though!…