Barcelona and a little bit of heat!

SHE SAID...  Au revoir to windy Paris.  We've had an awesome time. And finally yesterday had our french crepes... really, really yummy! 
We now need to concentrate on a new language. Today we traveled by train to Barcelona.  We had an early start, after not a lot of sleep, we both clock watched all night worried we wouldn't wake in time for the 7.20 train!  Fantastic trains, one down to Figueres was brand new, double story and fast! No border crossings, just a couple of Spanish police wandering through having a look.  
The intercity Spanish one to Barcelona was just as impressive, but not quite so fast.  Shame we had a loud mouthed, know it all pommey (sorry Brenda!) close by.  Luckily he'd had a couple of beers and fell asleep with his eye mask on.  Probably just as well as Michael's mutterings were getting louder!
Both loved the train trips - so much to see, and changing tapestry of the different areas.
A very easy quick trip by another local train, and the apartment we are sharing is only 100m tops from the station.  El Born for those that know Barcelona.
37 degrees when we arrived, so nice and toasty!  Our host (only met one so far, the other is at work) has been very welcoming.
A quick wander down to get some supplies for breakfast tomorrow, and already we're loving this older area and all the little streets.
So here we are, trying to stay awake now, for the Spanish dining habits.  We may not make it tonight!  We're going to go out for a walk down to the beach, very pleasant way to cool down we're told.

HE SAID ... Our penultimate day in Paris was spent roaming around the area we were staying. Now bearing in mind that my eyes travel 99% of the time between "chest" level and above it was not surprising i easily found a nasty street treat. Those of you who have been to Paris will know that in spite of all the wonderful sites, food, romance,wine blah blah it is in fact a shit hole. A very dirty place complimented by the trail of dog shit around the streets.

So there i was wandering along the Rue de Somewhere when i stood in the biggest, freshest dog turd know to mankind. A mountain, the dogs arse functioed like a 'Mr Whippy' ice cream dispenser. Disgusting... And the worst thing was, i was wearing my best sandals. You know what happens when you are wearing sandals/jandal......yes thats right, a tendency to flick ones feet with gay abandon. This i did, scattering that all stuck to my sandals even further around the footpath. Luckily, nearby, someone had had just washed down their entrance hall(onto the street) so i stood in a puddle until the poose left me. Disappointing really because after that i walked with a stoop, probably missed heaps. Just as well though because not more than 100 metre further, another 'Mr Whippy'. On closer inspection (visual) it appeared to be from the same anal glands.

On a brighter note, we are now settled in Barcelona. What a great place, (and a lot cleaner). And the women, i am glad you asked. If you think French women are great, stay on the train and come here. Lucky for them i am a big fat balding Kiwi otherwise they would be would be blown away by my charm etc. Perhaps a tan will make me look thinner, i will buy one tomorrow.

PS worked out how to save the economy over here, get rid of all their crappy little coins.