up at 8:30am, and ready to take guille by photogenic storm, I rage sleepily to the tune of a rumbling belly. Getting back early didn’t help, vast and utter are my fellow tourists. We walk onward through a beautiful hospital complex by gaudi, assaulted by the sheer precipitous enormity of sagrada familia, just visible through a giant arch. The scope of this edifice is impossible to grasp, 120 years worth of construction and a further 15 years at least before completion. The interior, albeit imposing, did feel a bit like paying 11 euros to see a building site. Half finished should mean half price, right? Christiane insisting on food beneath the sagrada, the closest being a kfc… Her unholy influence on me prevails. It’s a wonderfully dust bitten windy city to wander through…
