When I go to Barcelona...

Cyn and I love travelling around in May.  The weather is spring-time perfect;  no cold snow and rain of winter yet too early for that oppressive summer heat.  So this May we decided to enjoy a great little jaunt across the Med to Barcelona, Spain.  Cynthia had been to Barcelona before many moons ago with her good friend Susan.  And while there the 2 of them stayed with a local Spanish artist named Javier.  As luck would have it Cynthia still had Javier's email address and we were able to hook up with him and his wife Candela during our weekend in Spain.
 
 

 I really loved the Barcelona vibe.  Unlike the cramped, labyrinthine streets of so many Italian cities, Barcelona's wide, ambling boulevards with their median strips filled with monuments and flowers were a welcome change.  We loved how relaxed the city was and how easy it was to get around, stopping in at little bars for tapas, coffee, or perhaps a little sangria.  Another great feature was the fine architecture that covered so many different artists and periods but is clearly showcased by Gaudi.
 
 
 
 

 
And although there was a large protest movement that had taken up residence in the middle of Placa Catalunya, we never felt threatened or unsafe.  The young crowd of students were using non-violent means to protest their countries dire economic conditions with unemployment rates as high as 25%.
 
Another serendipitous thing while we were there was that Football Club Barcelona was competing against Manchester United in the UEFA Champion's leage finals.  The boys from Espana won the match handily with their incredible passing and offensive control.  The city erupted with celebratory joy that spilled over into the next day when a massive parade featuring the winning team made its way around the city center, and right past our hotel.



 
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