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Ahoy Ljers, I'm on my way into town, but I will post my pics up. It would take me about 40minutes to organise my photos in order, and I don't want to :D so I'll kind of roughly say who and what and where, most people who wanna see these were there anyway and will know:-
Me and Ash in the Stock Exchange Bar. Unfortunately, the exciting 'stock exchange' element didn't start til 6pm and we went during the day. Still, cheap booze anyway:
MNAC Palace-cum-art gallery, all too tired and sunburnt to go in:
Oh there will be many touristy sombrero photos in the airport:
Boating in la Parc de Cituadella, twas pretty:
Other boat:
First night out, Tails Ash and Clare. The Beach Club thingy was 18e in so we went down to the pier where there was a row of bars and you could wander in and out of them for free, but the drink was steep. Cheesy music abounds in Barcelona:
Me&Tails looking nuts:
Mags, me, Helen:
Smo, Laura and me looking like a tool:
Mags Clare and Laura:
Laura & Mags:
Mags, Ash, Tails, Smo, Clare:
Laura Clare, me:
Clare and Smo and his sweaty, sweaty pits :D :
Everyone:
Clare & Helen:
Me&Laura
Ali Laura Mags Smo:
Last night out, Simon and Ali got so drunk they went to bed instead of coming out, so it was just me, Laura, Clare and Rod. We went to the Sunset Club in maremagnum shopping centre, drank weird tasting rum. Spanish men are weird and sleazy, but they don't get pushy, they just ask to dance and if you say no, they go away. Well, they come back, but eventually they go away. Ahh, the man who grabbed his imaginary boobs at us on the way down...At least it gives us a story. Laura, Clare, Rod:
Me&Laura
Clare and Laura:
me in the sea, as proof:
The night we cooked in and I set the kitchen on fire. Simon wisely stopped someone throwing a towel over it that was soaked in alcohol from his 'cocktails', and Clare turned off the ring and my little pan fire went away:
More sombreros:
Me&Hels:
Me and Ali on Tourist Bus:
Me Clare boat:
McCrum in Parc Guell:
Laura on the beach on Monday:
Geese in the cathedral! :
Oh Rod, I said smile. Once, please:
Hels and Mags on tourist bus:
Helen in the San Antoni market:
Girlies:
At the harbour, first night:
Dinner the first night, with McCrum's friends the italians:
Tourist bus:
Ashy all fancy, and then we didn't go out :D :
Bus on the way home:
Fear of going on my first cable car:
Botanic gardens on Montjuic:
On top of Barcelona cathedral:
Amelia and Mags on the beach:
Ali shirtless. Ali, my auntie Rosie fancies you, she saw all my photos this weekend, don't go to Enniskillen, she's after you:
Sombreros:
Sagrada Familia *awe*:
Montserrat *more awe*
Sagrada again:
Missed our train to montserrat, hung about in Plaza de Espanya for a bit:
Montserrat cablecar. I went on THREE this holiday, go me:
end.
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Me and Ash in the Stock Exchange Bar. Unfortunately, the exciting 'stock exchange' element didn't start til 6pm and we went during the day. Still, cheap booze anyway:
MNAC Palace-cum-art gallery, all too tired and sunburnt to go in:
Oh there will be many touristy sombrero photos in the airport:
Boating in la Parc de Cituadella, twas pretty:
Other boat:
First night out, Tails Ash and Clare. The Beach Club thingy was 18e in so we went down to the pier where there was a row of bars and you could wander in and out of them for free, but the drink was steep. Cheesy music abounds in Barcelona:
Me&Tails looking nuts:
Mags, me, Helen:
Smo, Laura and me looking like a tool:
Mags Clare and Laura:
Laura & Mags:
Mags, Ash, Tails, Smo, Clare:
Laura Clare, me:
Clare and Smo and his sweaty, sweaty pits :D :
Everyone:
Clare & Helen:
Me&Laura
Ali Laura Mags Smo:
Last night out, Simon and Ali got so drunk they went to bed instead of coming out, so it was just me, Laura, Clare and Rod. We went to the Sunset Club in maremagnum shopping centre, drank weird tasting rum. Spanish men are weird and sleazy, but they don't get pushy, they just ask to dance and if you say no, they go away. Well, they come back, but eventually they go away. Ahh, the man who grabbed his imaginary boobs at us on the way down...At least it gives us a story. Laura, Clare, Rod:
Me&Laura
Clare and Laura:
me in the sea, as proof:
The night we cooked in and I set the kitchen on fire. Simon wisely stopped someone throwing a towel over it that was soaked in alcohol from his 'cocktails', and Clare turned off the ring and my little pan fire went away:
More sombreros:
Me&Hels:
Me and Ali on Tourist Bus:
Me Clare boat:
McCrum in Parc Guell:
Laura on the beach on Monday:
Geese in the cathedral! :
Oh Rod, I said smile. Once, please:
Hels and Mags on tourist bus:
Helen in the San Antoni market:
Girlies:
At the harbour, first night:
Dinner the first night, with McCrum's friends the italians:
Tourist bus:
Ashy all fancy, and then we didn't go out :D :
Bus on the way home:
Fear of going on my first cable car:
Botanic gardens on Montjuic:
On top of Barcelona cathedral:
Amelia and Mags on the beach:
Ali shirtless. Ali, my auntie Rosie fancies you, she saw all my photos this weekend, don't go to Enniskillen, she's after you:
Sombreros:
Sagrada Familia *awe*:
Montserrat *more awe*
Sagrada again:
Missed our train to montserrat, hung about in Plaza de Espanya for a bit:
Montserrat cablecar. I went on THREE this holiday, go me:
end.
xkx