An early start is imperative. A good breakfast even more. Back pack and camera mounted we are ready. We didn't really had to do it the hard way. Tourist sightseeing buses, an underground web of Metro lines, even taxis and public transport buses are there to make your feet happier. But Barcelona is all about the eyes! It is an open air museum of art and architecture and it stretches for tens of square miles. The best way to experience it is by walking.
The first few hours passed by quickly. Casa Mila, Casa Batllo, La Sagrada Familia. Our eyes wide open registering every detail, curve and tile.
When our feet (and alarmingly my back) started to protest, we took a repose and rewarded ourselves with a delectable assortment of tapas and two glasses of Cava.
It was mid-afternoon when we saw the sun reflected on the meringue topped houses at Park Guell . We found refuge from the sun under a stone-carved corridor, listened to the enchanting voice of a street singer and finally made our way to the top of the hill for a birds-eye view of the city I will never forget.
As the night approaches, the hordes of tourists meet at one point, Placa d'Espanya. Water and light are dancing and we have to struggle to remind ourselves to close our mouths and take some pictures! The images and the atmosphere are unique.
The next day we take it easy. Shopping for bags and accessories al Passeig de Gracia, sundried tomatoes and chillies from la Boqueria, ceramics and off course ashtrays from Barri Gotic. More tapas, wine and art.
And then I had to get on the plane. It's been three weeks since I came back but in my mind I'm still walking in the streets of Barcelona. Next appointment booked for October.
