Barcelona Baby! Yep, I’ve been on my travels!
You could be forgiven for thinking that I’d given up blogging. You’d be wrong of course. I’ve just taken a few weeks out to get my sorry arse out of the cold wet and miserable UK in search of some sun. After a week in Zante in June….my first proper beach holiday since 1999, I realised I needed to make up for lost time.
Barcelona Bound
This week I’ve had a few days r and r in Barcelona. What a beautiful city! But clearly the locals want to keep it to themselves, because they’ve been shooting tourists with water pistols in order to demonstrate their anger at the way tourism is pushing up the cost of living and housing! It’s an interesting idea, although I’m not convinced it would work in Ponty. Having said that, no matter how hard I try, I can’t find a reasonably priced semi in my hometown. So, perhaps I need to go out and buy myself a super soaker, fill it with water from the Taff (now easily accessible since they’ve repaired the White Bridge) and start a hate campaign against eisteddfod attendees!
But honestly, I can’t be bothered. It’s far easier to get on a plane and look around Europe, although these days I need a visa since some arseholes decided to Make Brexit Happen 🤬. As it happens, the only single free market I wanted to leave was Tinder.
Oh, I forgot To Tell You My News!
So last week off up to Heathrow I toddled, for the first time since 1983. I vowed I’d never go to Heathrow again, but the choice is stark, it’s there, or Bristol and Cardiff and you can’t go very far from either. However, this time I didn’t go alone…. Oh, I forgot to tell you all that I’ve found a new distraction called Perry….not the drink, the person!
I went out on a date with a bloke who I must admit did look a bit familiar and it turns out he’s my daughter’s best school mates Dad. He’s a terrible influence though…. He made me drink way too much wine and he also discovered that they served Cava for breakfast…. FREE! Result. I spent 4 days, happy as a clam and gloating like a seagull with a chip!
Back To Barcelona Baby!
Anyway, digression over…. back to Barcelona. What a place…. I’m guessing that most of you have already been there since I’m the only witless moron that hasn’t left the UK in decades. Why didn’t you all tell me how beautiful it is? From all the sights created for the Olympics to Gaudi’s melted concrete village. Sagrada Familia is magnificent…. someone did ask me if it was finished yet….um no! I can’t imagine it ever will be. That’s part of its charm. Interestingly you could still hear the stone mason’s chisels ringing out above the sound of the thousands of tourists milling around.
I found the cable cars terrifying…sadly I don’t take after my mother (read about her exploits here). She’d have happily hung out of the side on one arm by her fingernails whistling ‘Mae Hen Wlad Fy Nhadau’, whilst I cowered in a corner. I couldn’t wait to get out of there! The only bit I didn’t like was Las Ramblas….it’s a bit like Barry/Aberdare town centre on speed!
But that’s enough of me waxing lyrical about holidays. All good things come to an end and sadly I’m now back in the UK for some more of our gloriously damp summer. I’ve a case full of dresses that leave little room for the imagination…or lunch and clearly, this year they’re going to be about as useful as tits on a fish! Hey ho….is the one and only annual flight out of CWL on a Microlight to the Isle of Man a little too Panache for me, darlings?
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