If you tell Fernanda I wrote this I’m a dead man. I’ve been in Barcelona more than 30 years ago, in a rush to proceed to France and Germany.
I got an excellent idea of the town, but, for one reason or another, I never went back – even when we went to Andorra, and Salou, visiting Montserrat, we skipped Barcelona.
Last year I decided It was time, and convinced Fernanda to spend a week in the beach (near Barcelona…), after returning from Croatia.
It just happened that we made some Spanish friends in Croatia, and, after 2 days in Gava (as previously booked) we decided to move to Roses to meet them.
That gave me only 3 hours to visit Barcelona. Now the secret: I spent 5 of those 3 hours… standing and waiting at the door of El Corte Inglês!
Shush! If you say I told you something I will deny it until death!