Barcelona
December 16th. Barcelona. We left a bitterly cold Paris at 2 ̊C and a bitter wind. We travelled down from Paris to Barcelona in an overnight sleeper designed for 4 people ….. allegedly! Ernie and I managed, just. Of course we had a collection of large bags (of the non-human variety) to share the compartment with us as we need enough clothes for business and leisure in a northern hemisphere winter. It was an adventure!
We are now firmly ensconced in our new home for the next three weeks. Our Christmas cards are on the little table in the tiny sun porch and food is in the cupboards. We have yet to go exploring, although shopping at the supermarket was an adventure. Ernie put a recyclable bag in the trolley to reduce the consumption of plastic bags but he got growled at and the checkout operator tut-tutted as she returned it to the stand. He will know better than to try that again. Bought the fruit that sounds like Chinmoyan but in Spanish it’s a Xirimoia.
Things seem marginally cheaper than in NZ, a welcome change from the prices of Tokyo, London and Paris, or Brussels or Amsterdam for that matter.