The shindig on Thursday night was only the beginning!
Pride weekend proper here in Barcelona begins on Friday. Thus it is that, after recovering from the Thursday night bash at Placa Universitat, and teaching my solitary Friday afternoon class at Arc de Triomf, I remember that Paolo said there was yet another party on Friday at Placa Reial, just off La Rambla. Pride or not, you’re never far from a free party in Barcelona! Continue reading “Barcelona life – Pride weekend!”
So ok – I’m back at Bar Berlin, in the lengthy break between faraway classes I have every Thursday. These two, Abertis and Bayer Pharmaceuticals, are so far out (but in the same direction), that it’s not worth me going home for the two and a half hours between them. It is, however, an excellent chance to enjoy a cervesa in the sunshine, and write a blog post!
Continue reading “Barcelona – a week in the life”
The beer here isn’t cheap. Most places you go to, they only have that continental lager, the sort of stuff that, if you’re an ale snob like me, you’d turn your nose up at anywhere in England. Thing is, it works here. It’s so warm so much of the time that your classic nearly warm pint of Scruttock’s Old Dirigible, with the twigs and the bits of beak still in it, wouldn’t be all that refreshing. A glass of Estrella, though, chilled near to freezing, is about the most perfect alcoholic beverage in this climate.
Continue reading “Barcelona life – the beer”
It’s a civilised start for the first day of my CELTA course –
it begins at 11am. Plenty of time for a bit of a lie in and a leisurely stroll
to Oxford House TEFL language school. It’s easy to find; a couple of minutes
walk to the next left turn off Carrer de la Marina, then just a long schlep
down Carrer de la Disputacio. All told, it takes about twenty minutes. I don’t
think I’ll be bothering with the Metro for this journey at all.
Continue reading “Barcelona – the CELTA course, day 1”
My story continues… now.
Arriving at the unfortunately named Barcelona El Prat
airport, I encounter my first bit of Spanish efficiency as I board the train to
town. The train pulls out, slows down, then stops. For ages. Eventually it
starts to move, slowly. Then stops. For ages.
Continue reading “Barcelona – weekend before the work begins”
And so, I’m back in Barcelona.
It’s been a mad few months since the end of the Big Trip,
during which my outlook on life totally changed, along with my plans for the
future. After the emotionally draining but vital week I spent here in October,
I got a lot of things straight in my head, and made a lot of Big Decisions.
Yes, I was going to get a tattoo.
Continue reading “Barcelona – the road back”
Distance covered today: 250 miles
Total distance covered: 1301 miles
Leaving Barcelona is very hard.
Partly because I’m leaving Tom of course, though arguably until my head is more sorted out, a bit of distance between us is best. But it’s also that, after a week, I’ve really started to feel at home here. I know my way about, my Spanish has improved from non-existent to basic, and it’s warm. While I’m still on an adventure, it lowers my spirits to know that I’m back driving north. Into winter. Continue reading “The Big Trip, Day 13: On the road again, to Millau”