We were SO tired on Sunday, after our visit to Montserrat and Sitges. We banned alarm-clock setting and slept until we felt like getting up, which was very, very late. I mean, I walked to La Rambla and had my breakfast/lunch at two-thirty, which is unheard of for me. Reaching the famous street, I texted Sally, who, being nearly a decade younger, was already there, enjoying McDonald’s. Since La Rambla is lined with street performers, some of whom, like the Invisible Man, are exceptionally creative. My message: “I’m here. Near the amazingly realistic black knight on horseback.”
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