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17th September 2022 |
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The Journey Begins
After a long summer without a break, it was time
to head to Northern Spain for some cycling and to hit Barcelona in full
tourist mode.
With a very
early morning
flight and not wanting to risk a fraught journey on the M25 on the day, we
booked had into an airport hotel.
At T5, Miche kicking back and looking
relaxed - exactly the same seat as a year ago, but this time without a mask...
That's more like
it... we didn't know at the time, but Stormzy was sitting in the seat behind
mine...
TGV from Barcelona to
Girona, followed by a not so GV local train to Flaca...
Miche was informed that she may
need a turbo for the cycling, but in a communications mix-up,
ordered a turbot instead...
A divine Crema Catalan - essentially a massive crème brulee but flavoured with cinnamon and tasted like pure Christmas - unsurprisingly, not the last one I ate on this trip...
Night shots of the
harbour and the myriad of little boats...
Last shot
before the climb up to the hotel...
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