Up the hill

Ending my visit to Parc Guell with this verdant scene. I carried on up the hill to the Tibidabo Amusement Park that day, mostly for the tram ride and the views. So much more to Barcelona than you might expect. And blue sky for Becky.

#SquareUp

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  1. A lovely series of posts from Barcelona Jo – somewhere we haven’t yet visited (not that we have any overseas travel plans at present!). Still it’s lovely to see travel photos and feel connected to other parts of the world. Hope all’s well with you and you haven’t been too badly affected by the inclement weather in many parts of Europe at present, take care xx 🙂

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    1. It’s been really cold overnight, Rosemay, but so long as the sun’s up it’s not so bad. We’re coming out of it now and back to 16/17C today. Nothing like so bad as many places, including the north of Portugal. Restrictions starting today are more of a concern, but needs must 🙂 🙂

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      1. Yes I guess being in the south is an advantage Jo. We do get very cold nights here in winter (well low single figures that’s cold for us!) but it is milder in the day usually maximums in the high teens in the winter say 17 to 19 would be typical. Sorry to hear you’re facing further restrictions 😦 😦 Hopefully the sun will at least stay shining, take care and enjoy the weekend in the circumstances xx

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  4. I didn’t expect the amusement park, Jo. With so many walks amongst history, I seem to forget that there is a vibrant 21st century life with all the same things we enjoy in our home locations. Very fun. And I, too, love tram rides, gondolas and such, just for the view!

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  7. Tibidabo was the first place our Spanish student friend took us to when we were in Barcelona in the early sixties. He was very poor but very proud and would not allow us to pay for anything so we had to walk EVERYWHERE. I swear I lost a few inches in that week, but he knew Barcelona as only a student can and even took us to the Barrio China (no longer there) the brothel area that Franco insisted there where we drank wine with the gypsies for the equivalent of 2 old pennies a glass – I can’t even think how little that would be in present day money. My husband was convinced we’d be drugged and kidnapped in such a place but Maurizio was very confident and I trusted him. Spain then had unbelievable poverty and Franco hated Barce and kept them short of everything. We took olive oil, coffee, sugar and biscuits for the family, Black & White whiskey for his father – special request – as these were unobtainable in Spain, they were still drinking acorn coffee at home. And a special request from his grandmother – a pillow! She had been to the UK ten years before to work and had never got over the comfort of English pillows. Ah, lovely days, and lovely memories, thanks Jo. I’d forgotten all about that time.

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    2. Can’t be! That is the most depressing thing ever. Sounds like your head in the laptop all day. Might end this one with a headache. Take it easy, or reschedule some? 🙂 🙂

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