In order to see the city as a whole we set off on an open deck bus tour. In the process we found out that the next day was a region wide holiday and everything would be closed. Armed with this we powered through the bus tour stopping only to see the Miro exhibition and then a late lunch in a random café. Even more random was singing happy birthday to a 6 year old boy in the café. Our attempt at harmonies scarred the poor boy for life and brought the rest of the café to their feet, and heading for the door.
The second bus tour was a lot less interesting than the first one. I made the most of the traffic jam time by trying to sleep and Sally used the time and free wi-fi to clear some work emails.
We made it back to the apartment in time for Carmen and Nicola to arrive and then we went for local dinner. Free drinks loosened the lounges but did nothing to help the language barriers. We meandered through conversation and laughed at each other for hours. The customary fight over who was going to pay the bill was won by Carmen. Tony put up a good fight but Carmen wanted it more and even the cheering Miranda and Sally were beaten into submission. Thank's cuz. (Grazie mia cugina)
The last day in Barcelona was spent looking at semi closed stores, watching marching Catalonians tearing offensive flags off houses, going to Sagrada Familia only to be turned away after protesters and crowds closed the church to visitors for safety reasons, and then a trip to the Gaudi designed gardens. The taxi back dropped us sever miles from the apartment due to tens of thousands proud Catalonians marched and flag waved over La Ramba.
As we did not want to say anything politically incorrect to an angry mob the size of Palmerston North we took side streets to the apartment and took down the New Zealand flag before it was stolen.
All good fun!