El fin de las semana pasada fui a Catalunya con (or maybe that should be 'amb') mi novia.
An early flight (7am!!) on Friday from Gatwick meant we were on the N148 to Victoria at 3.20am to catch the 4am train to one of the many airports that have attached themselves to London!
SB met a girl from Reus while she was at Uni and I get to reap the benefits with a lovely trip to the Autonomous Community of Catalunya :)
We buzzed around Barcelona using our finely tuned city-break whistle stop tour on Friday morning and afternoon before catching the RENFE along the coast to our base for the weekend, Mireia's flat :)
We had a couple of Cañas before a lovely meal in a restaurant called Vinatxo. In Catalan an 'x' makes a 'sh' sound. Just in case you were wondering!
We were pretty bushwhacked after the early start, actually Thursday jut didn't end, so we strolled home and went to bed at about 1am. No crazy fiesta for us.
On Saturday we were chauffeured along the cost to the Ebro Delta, or if you're feeling brave, Delta del Ebro. We took a boat trip out to the mouth of the river, passing by the fields that provide Spain with the essential paella ingredient, rice. We made our way back to Reus via one of the Deltadelebre transbordadors (not my video!!!) and the seaside town of Cambrils, before going for a lovely meal at Mireia's parents' house.
On Sunday we followed the Ruta Modernista around Reus city centre before heading to Tarragona. After a stroll around this old Roman city and some lunch we were dropped of at Tarragona station to start the journey home :(
The hectic weekend came to a close after a final journey on the 295 at 2am this morning took us from Clapham Junction back to W12. Head hit the pillow at 3am. Zzzzzzzzz.
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