Arrived in barca 2pm, after 5hr travel from zarazoga. Met up with george, the local guide, a typical hot-blooded, square_face looking latino youngeter, with good englsih. "hi, i'm george, the cousin of messi..... i can arrange for a meeting with him.... but not today, if you stay longer.... that is...." he started off with a name that rang many bells in ears around all corners of the world.
they did a city tour. Stopped over in sagrada familia, the unfinished church. Also saw other gaudi buildings along
Ranblas road, went to the marina, wondering in around the city center, with rain cleansing the city and the souls that thronged its cultured avenues and modern shops...
but the rain did not cool him down. they missed their lunch, she had a bout of gastric..... acted into a drama...
the rain in spain falls on the plain..... my fair lady, a long-time favorite film, a play by bernard shaw, his favorite author, in which miscommunication was ironed out between the two souls that could not have more differences between them, but ended up in one.
whereas the barca rainy tells a lot about atoni gaudi; his unfinished church reflected much about the unruliness of their affair .... they walked in barca like two unconnected souls...
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