This is a continuation of a different post. Click here to read part 1 Rachel and I hung around with Kathrin after the bike tour ended and together we walked to the waterfront. I was unable to convince either of them to go swimming with me, it was windy, we would have frozen when we got out.… Continue reading Part 2: CouchSurfing Meetup

Edu was the name of our guide for our Steel Donkeys bike tour, he was born and raised in Barcelona. He was fantastic. Kathrin, the German girl from the photography tour joined us as well, along with a Russian couple. Our first stop was in the Gothic Quarters. We had already walked the area extensively,… Continue reading Part 1 – Bike Tour

I booked us both massages this morning at Kirosaje, somewhere in the alleyways of the Gothic Quarter. Ian, a Scottish guy in a bright green shirt greeted us and unlocked a small wooden door into the studio, which was the source of the tranquil music we could hear. Marina, an early 30’s-ish native Spanish speaker… Continue reading Sagrada Familia

Rachel felt way better today, hooray! We got up and went out for breakfast again. There doesn’t seem to be much variance between the cafes and restaurants here. Most of them seem to offer the same pastries and bocadillas (submarine sandwiches) and a lot of them literally have the same menus; paella, pasta, pizza and… Continue reading Photography Tour

Rachel loves that everyone walks their dogs off leash here. We even saw a weiner dog and a chihuahua walking together, the two prominent breeds in our lives. Oh, and we did see an Irish Wolfhound in Ireland. We wandered into the Gothic Quarters this morning, in awe of absolutely everything. Canada (or maybe just… Continue reading Wandering in BCN

Margaret had Rachel’s porridge all ready for her when we got up. Plain porridge is quite bland, so she gave Rachel some maple syrup to put in it. We had a couple from Montreal sit next to us; they had arrived late last night and wanted to talk about Ireland’s roads. It was his first… Continue reading DUB to BCN

We said our goodbyes this morning and waited for the farmer to move his holsteins into the yard before setting off. We went north to Lahinch, where we took a walk on the promenade and watched the wannabe surfers take to the waves. It was a freezing cold, cloudy day. The surf was filled with… Continue reading The Cliffs and Galway