The Spanish
smile – as ready as a breeze rippling across water.
Not a
frenetic pace nor hustle. A laid back
atmosphere and sea breeze.
This is the Mediterranean.
There’s an
invisible force-field here that prevents me from doing the tick box tourism
routine of writing a “must-see list” and madly rushing around and ticking it
off.
Barcelona
deserves to be breathed deeply like the sea air.
My three
days here is not nearly enough and I enter into a contract with the place that
I will be back. Nothing so formal as a
signed piece of paper – not the way things are done around more – more a
handshake…and a smile. With that, it’s
sealed.
Come for a
walk with me. Initially we’re not going
far – just to the balcony. This is my view each morning as I do my yoga.
Sagrada Familia(r)
Charly was
brought up in this Barcelona apartment building since he was 4 years old. He is
now 28 and has his own apartment in the complex. The balcony door lets in a familiar sound
every hour of church bells. The
remainder of the time are the noises of drills, saws, grinders and general
construction. He’s familiar with it – it
has been going on his whole life. Charly
lives one block away and in sight of the majestic Sagrada Familia.
Whether your
regard this as the most modern day feat of crowd sourced funding and
engineering or the most overrun engineering/building project in the world,
Sagrada Familia is something to behold.
Looking
almost organic, the stonework looks less like a formula and more like something
straight out of a Dr Seuss book.
Ask Charly
when it’s due to be finished and he just smiles. He doesn’t necessarily believe
the 1st quarter deadline of this century. He may get to see it in his lifetime but he’s
not holding his breath.
Inside –
contemporary proof that man has not lost the art of turning stone into
something living. It is majestic. Having had the privilege of seeing the result
of faith built in stone across continents and millennia in my last 8 weeks and
10 countries of travel – this rivals the best.
I have just come here from Istanbul
where I witnessed the Aya Sofia and Blue Mosque. This one is yet another filter on religion–and
breath-taking.
His view of
balance was that a home should only be 1/6th the size of the
footprint of the land it occupied, the rest dedicated to nature and worship of
its form. I visit each location in that
order – Sagrada Famila first then Park Guell and his museum second – and am
pleased that I’ve chanced upon this
order.
What else?
Let’s continue there first.
There is a
pace and style of the people here that is to be envied. Along with the ready smiles is a jeux de
vivre (sorry, my Spanish doesn’t extend to the relevant translation).
This is a
tourist town but does not compromise a local feel and places in being so. There’s something about Europe I sense where
tourists tend to congregate to crowds. Like attracts like and this can be found
on the waterfront and corresponding (clean and pristine) beaches near the
marinas and world trade centre (at the Northern) end of the beach in Barcelona.
Beaches –
pristine and sparkling
Let’s head
south – after all, I am a farming lad from a sparsely populated country and
don’t tend to gravitate to crowds. I was
also immersed from an early age in foreign cultures and tend to seek out the
local places and sights rather than those more heavily trodden by foreign foot
fall.
We head
south – we can either walk along the coastline (for a leisurely and beautiful
golden sand meets crystal sea beachside walk) or fast track ourselves by taking
the L4 Metro line in the La Pau direction and getting off at the El Maresme
Forum. I have a 10 trip public transport
ticket worth 10 Euro to use up so opt for this method of transport.
There are
10 beaches in total in the Barcelona town area stretching north to south across 4.5km of coastline. The
southern most are frequented by locals.
Each is beside the next separated by a breakwater. While many don’t associate Barcelona with
pristine swimming beaches, the world has a lot to thank the Barcelona Olympics
for. These are some of the most
pristine, clean and swimmer friendly beaches to be found in a major city in the
World.


There are
showers and toilets and it’s very swimmer and beach-bum friendly. The thing that does surprise me at this end
of the bay is the lack of crowds.
Green
prescription duly filled 1 km in the water later and I stroll the leisurely walk
back to town in 28 degree sunshine, working on my tan on the way. Life’s a beach!
Las
Ramblas
Slightly
inland from the beach and within “stretching” distance from my newly found
osteopath is a labyrinth of culture and (calm) retail aptly called Las Ramblas
(the rambles).

If art
appreciation is your thing, stop off at the Picasso museum - it’s right
here. The Dali museum is a further
across town.
This is a
race that loves life.
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