Beach Party

I don't know what's worse, cheesy latin music or blogging while on holiday?

Oh the horror of cheesy latino music. It is everywhere in Barcelona: on the beaches, in the cafes, in the tapas bars, even in this hotel lobby now, as the porter snaps his fingers and does little surreptitious jaunty dances behind the reception desk, Risky Business-stylee. And yes, I am blogging while on holiday… I am truly an internet saddo.

Flight was uneventful but Cién and J´s was a lot more nightmarish thanks to National Express fucking up coach arrangements. Nevertheless we managed to have a decent day out and I am proud to say that we bravely shunned the large shopping malls, designer outlets, fast food restaurants and other tourist traps. Tapas lunch, then a stroll to the beaches by Port Olympic to ogle at beautiful tanned volleyball players and sun worshippers. We had cheap Spanish beer and sat at a beach bar looking at the beautiful sea and people-watching. There were fat...

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