the 50th anniversary of JFK's
murder; but no one in the gigantic and glittering city of Heathrow airport
thinks of that. I'm off to Barcelona, and hopefully, a little warmth. When I
get there and off the airport bus, it's getting dark again, and I'm in the
middle of Place Espana. Very
exciting.
I
ride the metro to the hostel stop; ask a passing woman where I might find the
Apollo Theatre, because the hostel is supposedly right behind it. She looks at me strangely, and indicates the
huge sign across the street. Oh.
Gracias, Senora. Check in, unload,
and I feel extremely tired, but decide I must walk a bit and see something that
day before bed. There's a jazz fest in a club right across the street, but it's
sold out, so I wander and take pictures.
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| off the airport bus; place Espana |
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| i'm sooooo excited |
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| lights on Las Ramblas |
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| sculture detail on a Gaudi building (didn't know it was his, but liked it) |
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