Today we enjoyed the sunshine in Barcelona, and sustenance in the form of pizza (traditional?), tortilla, juice and beer we marched ourselves up the hill to take in the Parc Guell.
There was a sublime time of running around the hall of columns with the kids, listening to Spanish guitar music and watching Theo have his first holiday romance. The sun shone, the tiles sparkled and all was generally magnificent in a holiday kind of way. We marched back down again, back on the bus for more views.
At the beach, Flo and I perfected our wave jumping technique, while Theo practised sand swimming before repairing to a nearby ice-cream parlour for refreshments. After another hop on the Barca tourist bus we headed into the area around the cathedral for a snack, but this part of the adventure was cut short rapidly by Theo falling asleep as we were walking. The little lambs were revived by Rita´s superb tortilla, which I hope to reproduce back at home.
Joyful holiday: zoo and shopping tomorrow.