The plan was to glide about, eat/drink, people-watch, take photographs, and witness the (EXCEPTIONAL) skating at the MACBA, whilst not getting pocket-robbed by the charming Catalonian ferals. And that's pretty much how it went.
It's a great place, reeaally cool, and it was my first visit so I was full-on giddy with excitement when we first began slootching around the Gothic Quarter's narrow cobbled streets. It's noisy, crowded, hot and sweaty... and I loved it! So much so in fact, that I did the thing where you ask yourself "could I live here?" and the answer was a definite 'yes'. HOWEVER, surf, or lack thereof in this otherwise blessed part of the world, would be a burgeoning factor to contemplate.
So, a couple of days into our visit we made our way down to the beach so that I could get a brine-fix, and swim in warm water in boardies for the first (and I'm guessing 'only') time this year, and it's odd, because whilst flapping about in the mirror-calm conditions we experienced, it was hard to imagine Barcelona's beaches getting surf at all, but they do! OK, so it's not the gnarliest of set-ups, it's not the most frequent visitor either, but having seen movies of it on Youtube looking like pretty good fun and overhead, I'd certainly take the board, but only IF I knew for sure it'd be on – because even if it went flat (which it would) you're in one of the coolest cities in Europe!
Just keep your hand on your wallet!
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