Dave arrives on the plane from Munich around midday. A quick bite to eat and then back into town. I’m not feeling well, I’ve caught a bad cold. We drive to the Sagrada Familia. It’s just like all the other big things on my travels: bloody pathetically small.
Gaudi’s Sagrada Familia is one big building site. Cranes on the outside, 80% of the inside covered by scaffolding in wonderfully contrasting colours. The remaining 20% is shared by a plethora of vending machines (Snickers, Mars, Raider, no wafers) and the herd of Toruistas. Wow! Great echo. Off to the tower. It only costs an extra €2.50, a real bargain after the €11 entrance fee for a building site. But an hour’s wait is too long for me.
Dave sits outside in the sun. He’s right: only 10 degrees is a huge difference in winter. We walk a long way today. From the Sagrada Familia via the Catalan Parliament and the zoo to Barceloneta. It’s really busy today. The wind is blowing well, the Barcelonians are basking in the sun.
Frank Woelky, born in 1973. Kitesurfer since 1998. Since 2006, I have been combining kitesurfing and web design on trips lasting several months off the beaten track.