Barceòpna was a bit of an interesting time. We were there for 4 days, but somehow didn't really do anything. I think we were getting hit with a hangover 3 days in the making from Oktoberfest. We were completely unorganised and dysfunctional. For example, each day there were two free walking tours, one at 10am and one at 2pm. For 3 straight days we planned on doing one and managed to missed them every time.

We did manage on one night to go and see the Magic Fountain though which was pretty cool. It's a fountain built sometime in the 1920s and was the first synchronised light, water and music show in the world.

We also did do a little bit of walking around ourselves on the first day that we missed the walking tour. I'm not sure we saw quite as much as we would have on the tour, but we still saw some cool stuff, including a lot of roman ruins of walls and towers.

On our second day we had really nice weather so we went to the beach and just basically chilled for a few hours and had a few beers. At one point me and Saul decided to go into the water, which was nuts. I'd never seen waves like this before. It wasn't so much that they were huge, but that they were quite large and crashing so late, almost right at the beach. You couldn't really go in the water at all without fighting against the waves. After only maybe 15 minutes I was exhausted and probably came quite close to drowning at one point, so I got out.

The day before our last we finally got out and went and saw the The Sagrada Família, which is the big crazy looking cathedral. We tried booking tickets the night before, but the website wasn't working. We read however that there was an ATM which sold them there, so we tried that, only to have that not work either. The only other option was to stand in line for like 3 hours. So once again, we managed to not quite do it properly. We just wandered around the outside and then left.

On our final night me and Saul were sitting outside the hostel chatting with some Russian chick and an Aussie guy. Turns out the Russian had just had her bag stolen the day before with everything in it, wallet with cards and money, passport, laptop, phone, the lot. Then, while we were sitting there, this boy comes up to Saul, probably no older than 10, with a map or something and starts asking him something in Spanish and pointing to the paper. It was only about a minute after he left that we realised he had used the paper to cover up Saul's phone which was on the table and snatch it. Four of us sitting around the table and not one noticed. Pretty slick.

I think I'll definitely have to back to Barcelona at some point and do it properly. There is so much more to see. I'll just be sure to make sure I keep my eyes on my stuff.