On my last day in Barcelona, I got up determined to see a bit more of the city.On my mothers advice I marched myself all the way down to Placa de Espana, not realising this was over 2km away.By the time I got there, my feet hated me.I saw the magic fountain and got the train back to Sancta Familiar. On my mothers orders also, I went to see the church of Sancta Familiar, that is unfinished and will remain so for the next 30 years.It was one of the most spectacu...

I woke up on my first day in Barcelona at 10am, still on Moroccan time and having arrived at the hostel at 2am last night, not the best start.I managed to find the Arc de Triomf and La Ramba, before deciding that I had worn the wrong shoes and needed to go back to the hostel and change, of course I got a little lost on the way, but nothing like in Marrakech of course. I think I could handle any getting lost situation after that.My s***ty little camera had also ru...