I personally spent the day roaming the streets, enjoying the sun and joining half the European population on the Barcelonata beach. I also drank my weight in water trying to keep up with this dehydrating heat.
Barcelona has been like one big cultural experience so far. Men smoke cigars in wheelchairs, old women carry their deck chairs to the street, talking story and laughing those Spanish laughs in their colourful summer dresses while young children chase dogs around the parks.
I have met most of Barcelona's 'lost their marbles' contingent (most of whom I sat next to on the metro), including one man who refused to accept that the 4 year old girl was not his own and continued to lecture mid air something seemingly serious in Spanish.
My swim at the local beach also turned into a spontaneous rubbish collection and I was shocked at the amount of trash in the ocean. I played dodge the band aids for as long as I could take and couldn't even bare to put my head under. It actually made me pretty sad and definitely made me nostalgic for that Croatian water.
Barcelona sure has a colourful, passionate, energetic feel to it. The people are tanned, lively, confident and crazy. Tomorrow, we enter the crazy for the Sagrada Familia, Arc de Triomf and the mile long stretch of sandy mayhem.
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