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After 10 days in Morocco, I found myself becoming quite capable in French. Arabic is the official language of Morocco but French is the close second. Put it this way, they speak French in Morocco like they speak English in Holland. Now it was time to revert myself into speaking Spanish (they speak Spanish in Spain like they speak English in England). Once off the ferry, it was quite obvious that it was going to be a bit harder to communicate in Spain than in Morocco where virtually every taxi driver or hotel agent wanted to get to know you the minute you stepped off the train. Nevertheless, we made our way through Algecerias and up to Granada by boat.

Granada is located in the southern providence of Andalusia. Andalusia used to be the old Muslim stronghold of Spain and its pride is the Alhambra palace. Washington Irving paid homage to this fascinating monument in his novel Tales of the Alhambra. Located on a hilltop overlooking the city, the palace looks something like paradise with its stunning gardens, fountains on and ornamented open air rooms. The most popular part of the Alhambra is the Court of Lions. Named after its exquisite fountain, this is where the sultan enjoyed his harem. Walking around in the palace, one can only imagine the incredible moments enjoyed by those who were here hundreds of years ago. Granada has got quite a nice nightlife as well! If you're going to Spain, make sure to see Granada. If you do go to Granada and don't go to the Alhambra, go to a Mental Institute!

"One should remember Granada as one should remember a sweetheart who has died" -Federico Garcia Lorca (Spanish poet)

After our first night in Granada, I woke up feeling like I had just been hit on the head by a truck full of elephants. This turned out to be somewhat of a formality in Spain. The Spaniards are a funny people. One may wonder the streets endlessly at around 8 o'clock at night thinking their in a ghost town. The Spanish people don't get out for dinner until ten and if you get to a nightclub at midnight, well you're very early. Nightclubs don't end until six in the morning! This suited me just fine as personally, I love nightclubbing. Unfortunately, my family is the early riser type and we were on a tight time schedule to get to Barcelona so I can't say I really enjoyed the fourteen hour bus ride. To make matters even worse, I was missing the France v Portugal semifinal!!!!

Once we rolled into Barcelona however, it was obvious that I was in for five days that I would never forget. Barcelona is a city rich in history and culture; there are nightclubs galore, one of the best football stadiums in the world, OASIS CONCERTS and more good looking girls working at the McDonald's than there are at Venice Beach!!!! Oh yeah, and of course there's also the Gaudi's La Sagreda Familia (right) and Parc Guell. As well as Museo Picasso, Cathedral de Barcelona, Gothic Headquarters, etc., etc., etc.

Right; The taxi driver had a pretty hard time finding our hotel.
(on a more serious note) Gaudi's La Sagrada Familia is one of the most spectacular sights in Western Europe.


I wonder who's idea it was to come here? The scalper who sold me the tickets swore it was a sell out but something tells me I got ripped off.
So what is there to do in Barcelona? What isn't there to do in Barcelona is a slightly better question. We checked into our hotel which was a beautiful three bedroom studio at a bargain price of only $60 an night, fully equipped with a kitchen and dining table. Amidst all the sight-seeing and historical monuments, I knew I had to do three things; a) Get my Oasis tickets b) See the Nou Camp (Barcelona's football stadium) and c) find out where all the locals went clubbing. These three things were accomplished with relative ease. The Nou Camp was fairly easy to reach (unlike Milan's San Siro) by Barcelona's superb Metro system. It is off season of course but I still got to look inside the club shop as well as museum which actually allowed us to enter a small segment of the stands which had been railed off solely for that purpose. Like at the Alhambra, my imagination began to wonder. I though about what it must be like to have been sitting there when Manchester Utd. beat Bayern Munich in last year's Champions Cup Final with two goals in injury time! The Oasis tickets were allocated with relative ease as well. In fact I didn't even know there were playing until I saw an advert at Catlunya Square. As it turned out, they were playing the last night of our stay in Barcelona so I got my ticket as fast I could.

So what about the sight-seeing then? Obviously if you're going to Barcelona, you must see Gaudi's La Sagrada Familia. This incredibly huge cathedral was begun in 1882 but never finished as Gaudi passed away in 1926. They are continuing work on the structure which will be apparently finished sometime in the mid 2000's but no one knows exactly what the architect intended to do with this absolutely bizarre design. La Sagrada Familia isn't the only work of Gaudi's Barcelona has to offer. Parc Guell is another unfinished yet superb works. Although only two houses were completed, the park, like the Alhambra, is a fascinating walkthrough. My guidebook, Frommer's 2000 Spain, describes it best as being a "Surrealist's Disneyland" with it's mosaic pagoda and lizard fountain spitting water. One should also be advised not to miss out on the Casa Mila. This is one of Gaudi's most famous apartment complexes that includes vegetable and fruit shapes in it's structural design. The top two floors are open to tourists and then there's the outstanding rooftop, covered with all sorts of bizarre shapes and exquisite decorations. One may think there in some sort of Strawberry Shortcake land up here. This is where Gaudi's mind really went wild!


And I thought the Spaniards were drug free?! The rooftop of Gaudi's Casa Mila is a have to see to all Barcelona goers.

Can you spot me? The view from La Segrada Familia.

Our hotel was only around the corner from Barcelona's Bari Gotic (Gothic Quarter). I was a little disappointed that this wasn't where all the Cure fans hung out but pleasantly surprised to find narrow streets and squares leading to ancient cathedrals and buildings that had been there ever since the Middle Ages. The top attraction here is the Cathedral Barcelona which exemplifies classic Catalonian Gothic architecture. This cathedral was built between the 13th-15h centuries and there's plenty of entertainment in the square just outside the entrance where artists, musician and mimes perform festively for the hordes of tourists that flock this part of town. The Gothic Quarter runs parallel Las Ramblas, Barcelona's famous street market place filled with shops and restaurants all in a festive environment.

Ok so what about the nightlife. This is the real reason why us young one's come to Barcelona in the first place right? Just kidding! But one must check out Maremagnum. This is the clubbing haven for local Catalonians. This tiny island has been bridged to Barcelona's vibrant harbor and turned into a shopping mall that is fully equipped with about a dozen bars and nightclubs with completely free entrance! To make matters even better, one can avoid paying club prices for drinks by opting for the much cheaper "cervezas" in the fast food restaurants just around the corner. All these nightclubs start at around midnight and go on until dawn so if you have jetlag, no need to worry! The music is a nice blend of Spanish and English music. Ricky Martin, Julio Inglesias and Jennifer Lopez are played repeatedly as well as some other Spanish dance artists. The top terrace is quite a spectacle with a mini golf course surrounded by night clubs and bars, overlooking Barcelona harbor.

Right; this nightclub had kind of a strange atmosphere to it and relied heavily on organ music.

So after almost a week of Maremagnum, wondering the streets and scavenging along the cities excellent Metro system, my stay in Barcelona ended with the superlative Oasis concert (go to the concerts page for a full report). After the show, I bumped into two blokes; Span and Paul (from Ipswich and Bury) whom I'd met at Maremagnum and headed off down Las Ramblas for another night of clubbing and heavy erm....... cerveza consumption.

I woke up the next morning feeling a little heavy headed but never mind. It was time to start our journey through Aragon and Navarre and the Pyrenees and into Pamplona for the running of the bulls festival!


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