One of my Spain guidebooks calls this a view of the neo-gothic temple Expiatori del Sagrat Cor, from the summit of Tibidabo, on the north side of Barcelona a dominating view. In less than a day, I would agree.
We arrived in Barcelona mid morning after two flights, both delayed, one from Detroit to Atlanta, and then a second flight on to Barcelona. Cramped in little seats, passengers tend to suffer togther on the long cross Atlantic trips in today's airplanes.
So far we have slept a bit, read maps, had a lovely dinner with a bottle of Tempranillo, wandered Las Ramblas, bought a few art supplies, and taken lots of photos. As I write, I have my eyelids propped up with drawing pencils. No, wait, really, I'm just bone tired and still pretty fragile after the last three weeks with my Dad and my family.
We really enjoyed people watching along Las Ramblas, a main street with eating places galore and shops that sold everything from gelato to shoes to tattoos to marijuana seeds. The city policia were out in full force, probably because there were loads of people on the street.
Tomorrow we'll see La Sagrada Familia, the famous Gaudi cathedral, not far from the hotel and take in some other sights as well. Right now, in the words of my Texas friends, "I'm tarred," so I'm headed off to sleep.
Wanda Hayes Eichler