Barcelona I think

I´m going to alk about trains.  Not in the sense of one of those anorak wearing, shuffling geeks I´ve seen at gasping in packs as the 12:18 from Lincoln pulls into to Doncaster Station (sorry Australian readers these fellows ... could there possible be female trainspotters? ... these fellows are purely a UK creation).  No I´m going to talk about trains in a winny, wingy way that critercises the French so much it will make my English family proud ...

Waving goodbye to Christelle, Lina, Soulene and bungalow that had been our home for the last two weeks we drove into Lodeve and

The quarter of the Las Ramblas we walked down reminded me very quickly why