Barcelona, and that

A few days of changes in one respect; of dreadful fear in another. Such is the way of life to throw these horrid cousins at you together, jo...

Jesus, the days are flowing together. Our manic timetable (i.e. starting most days at 4.30pm) has just about eradicated my sense of time. I ...

Apart from smelling like used shit this city has its good points. The Institut del Teatre, for one. A grandiose, modern extravagance of st...

How to describe Barcelona? A city, then, of beauty and charm. Where the maps lie to you and pretend a twenty minute walk for a tall man on ...