Day 6 – Friday 4th July – Dawdle day

After the last couple of days and given the amount of sight seeing we’d done, we were ready for a quieter day a bit closer to the hotel. As you will have read above, we had a wildly exciting morning this morning dealing with our laundry and the dramas with the first Laundromat and the SPF (single point of failure) that caused the entire system to shut down – OK, I’ve done it now, no more commentary on the laundry.

Today, we went for a walk over to Port Vell over the Rambla de Mar (a pivot bridge similar to the Darling Harbour bridge in Sydney, but much smaller). We saw a replica of the original submarine that was built by a Spanaird and went for a further whimsical wander around the back streets of Bari Gothic. Nothing too energetic on our last full day in Barcelona.

Lunch was an extended affair (yet again) in the Placa Reial (a bit of a favourite of ours), before we went for a walk through the jewellery sector of La Rambla, where Anne bought some large silver ear rings.

In our time in Barcelona, Anne has taken something of a shine to the local policemen and their dark blue pants tucked into their manly black boots, their sexy little berets, the amount of hardware attached to their belts and their guns. Even when they are cruising around on their natty little scooters, they still get the groaning seal of approval. They have to have the whole look before they pass muster – none of this trousers out of your boots stuff. Anne has vowed to wander next door to the police commissioner’s office on her return to Wellington and work through redesigning the NZ Police uniform. Any women who would like to be part of the delegation should register at wwww.make-our-police-hot.co.nz.

But now I’m rambling off topic, so I’d better go and get another litre of Sangria in me and prepare to pick up the car tomorrow and start charging off round the Spanish country side. Tomorrow night we are in the delightfully named Tossa De Mar. Talk to you soon.