It’s the city that’s alluded me thus far on my Spanish sojourn, it’s the city it’s damn near impossible to find a hater of. Barcelona.
Yes, the second largest place in this tortilla-chomping country and home to the most annoying football team on the planet (sorry my Puyol loving Hamatha), gets plenty of attention around the web, but is it actually any good?
Having had no inclination to head there myself so far during this adventure (they speak Catalan after all) – and despite Guiri Girl’s best attempts to lure me – I’ve still managed to stay away from it like the MRSA bug I expect it is.
Yet I have been there, ages ago (as a straggly haired first year University student), but back then what was I interested in actually recording my experiences? Hell no. I hadn’t even realised yet that in the very depths of my soul lurked a beautiful burgeoning romantic blogger that might need to call on such experiences later on. Such is the folly of youth.
Anyway that aside, in typical My Spanish Adventure fashion I’ve been playing devil’s advocate to the Catalan capital and the shining reputation it’s gathered. Yes, because it’s about time we got a true reflection of Gaudi’s wet-dream-come-reality, I’ve taken to the Internet (and real life) to source all evidence of hate there is for this city out there. Question is, do you lot, sitting snug in your Wimdu apartment, agree? Continue Reading →