Started vacation a week later. My son had camp, so we delayed it a bit. The plan was for him to learn to draw properly (using the right side of your brain technique). Little did I know that he is way too young for this and this will not happen during this week.
Have a friend whose kids did it, figured at least he will get to a point where he won’t feel embarrassed during art lessons.

For some weird reasons at the age of about 2-3 he stopped drawing, focused more on reading. So by now he is seriously lagging behind his classmates when it comes to expressing himself with pencils and paint.

By the end of the week he smelt and looked like Shrek , had to throw away his socks, a pair of boots, but he learnt to love drawing again.

So here we are again in Barcelona. Felt like coming home. On our way from the airport, which luckily only took about 15 minutes, being Saturday, the sights were familiar, the roundabout, the staff welcoming us at the hotel.

While A was checking in, I quickly got one of the ladies at the concierge to buy us online tickets to the Sagrada Familia and to Park Guell. This time I did not want to miss it.

We booked the flights quite some time ago, back then, when we thought that we are buying a land in Sitges. It felt through because of the wealth tax , as I mentioned in an earlier post.
We were going to meet the architects, discuss house and garden plans, but now we have absolutely nothing to do, so we are back to sight seeing.

Not quite sure when will I come back here, definitely not for a while.

The first evening was spent at the Mare Magnum, having seafood in one of their restaurants. We have been there quite a few times and I still don’t know it’s name. Embarrassing. The setting sun was so gentle on my skin, the house white wine was so cool and crisp and the oysters delicious.

Must admit , that this was the first time I’ve had them. Don’t know why. When I ate every kind of creature of the sea, how did I miss out on these???

They truly taste like the sea. Locked in a shell.

Oysters, white wine ( I know, not stylish enough, should have been champagne), sea breeze, bliss.
Waffles with chocolate sauce as we were walking home, saying goodbye to his Dad, who decided to try his luck at the Casino.

Don’t think he was lucky. He lost his iphone. No luck locating it, so the first part of our day was spent in an iPhone store. Quite liked the design of it, so spacious, with plenty of tables and chairs to sit at. I notice these things. And I tend to compare everything, the service, the people, the atmosphere. Barcelona wins.

Basically the whole day was about him getting the phone, trying to get back his stuff from the ICloud, getting a new number, downloading, uploading….

We did go for a walk with my son, just the two of us, in search of a decent cappuccino. Prayed for a Starbucks and we found one in the Mare Magnum, with an amazing view of the port and the sea.
Played word games, number games. We are so used to being on our own, takes time for us to become a family of 3 when his Dad arrives. Doesn’t go smoothly, especially when jealousy comes into play. Jealousy that shouldn’t even be there. None of us are in a position to be jealous of the other one. Yet it still happens.

By night we were more relaxed as we were having dinner at the 15NITS. Having a table right at the edge of the place we had the chance to observe some people there. Not quite sure if they are homeless, or just spending their time there…whether they are beggars, truly don’t know. An older lady in a pink straw hat, pink sweater, sitting in a wheelchair, a middle aged guy with one arm in a wheel chair as well. A younger woman with unruly wild hair sitting on the ground, her back against the wall, while a guy was sitting opposite her , trying to chat her up . They were very friendly with each other, laughing, touching each others arms as they were talking. I could see the beautiful girl she once was, having plans for the future. What happened? How did she end up there? Why is she there? Wish I knew their stories.

As we were getting ready to leave after having my favourite Crema catalana, the lady in pink nodded towards the one armed guy, and started moving towards the square. He followed her.

Time to go home.