Day 27 - Market Goodies

Having barely had any sleep throughout our overnight ferry ride we weren't exactly all that keen to explore Barcelona upon arriving. I think the fact that we were coming to the end of our trip didn't help either as our enthusiasm was waning somewhat. We did however manage to summon up enough energy to do a bit of a wander up the infamous Las Ramblas which was buzzing with countless tourists, performers and stalls. Amongst the chaos we stumbled upon yet another amazing market, this one having endless fruit stalls selling ready to eat fruit salad and juices. My idea of a perfect breakfast!

While Nico and Kelly lazed about for the afternoon I did a bit of job hunting in preparation for heading back to London and once I'd got bored of that I made a trip back to the markets in search of some goodies for lunch. Unfortunately I was a bit late so missed out on all the pre prepared pasta salads that we had admired earlier, instead having to settle for our usual baguettes with cheese and tomato and I got some ingredients to create our own version of the pasta dishes for dinner instead.

As you can see the main focus of our day turned out to be food as we didn't really achieve much else but eat all our market goodies. After such a pitiful day sightseeing wise we were all pumped for a day of exploring in the morning.

Before bed however, Nico and I were determined to squeeze some sort of achievement and being the night before Sant Joan meant Barcelona was alive with fireworks. We'd been invited to join the fiesta down at the beach but after a few minutes of wandering the streets the both of us became quite uncomfortable with the atmosphere as young kids were everywhere throwing double happies and other similar fireworks at one another and anyone that happened to be walking by. It meant that it wasn't much of a relaxing walk about town as we were constantly on edge watching out for any incoming explosions, especially after one hit Nico on the side of the head, thankfully not injuring him. We discovered once we got back to the hostel that some had not been so lucky with quite a few people getting burnt from the fireworks. You can see why double happies and the like are banned in NZ!