Travel Diaries

Traveling is a brutality. It forces you to trust strangers and to lose sight of all that familiar comfort of home and friends. You are constantly off balance. Nothing is yours except the essential things – air, sleep, dreams, the sea, the sky – all things tending towards the eternal or what we imagine of it.

Cesare Pavese

Tibidabo

Tibidabo

A big church on a hill, with a fairly underwhelming theme park beneath it.

Pedralta

Pedralta

A lot of geocaches, and a bit of dentistry.

Monastic

Monastic

Today was the planned day for a bit of monk-on-a-mountain action. I’d been here before, in 1973, but that was a long time ago.

Mucho de Nada

Mucho de Nada

Every holiday has a day like this. The one where we don’t do anything.

Ropey

Ropey

This was our mid point, and the girls celebrated by climbing some trees.

Not the Full Gaudi

Not the Full Gaudi

We were supposed to be going to Barcelona to see at some of Antoni Gaudí’s more obvious contributions.

Santa Cristina

Santa Cristina

Time for a bit of caching while the girls had a lazy day.