Barcelona continued..
There was one more thing that had to been in Barcelona before I left. That was the view particularly from the highest point in Barcelona. - Montjuic Mountain, on which sits an old military fort. One major obstacle to this view was way we had to reach it, via cable car, all glass cable car! Martha asked me several times if I was Okay with it, I reassured her that this would be the ultimate test of my recent climbing training. If I could travel in one of these without freaking out, then I had beaten my fear of heights. I did explain that if I were to freak out I would sit in the middle with my eyes closed and not loose it completely (which was what I hoped anyway!). We walked towards the metro and catch the funicular, a train that travels up the mountain using a pulley system, and then we headed towards the cable car. The greatest part of the this trip was that I did not freak out whatsoever, in actual fact, I thoroughly enjoyed the experience. Finally the fear that has haunted my adults years is beaten!
This final excursion was the icing on the cake. The views from the cable car and the fort really bought Barcelona to life. The city lay off to the right and the fort sat right above the harbour where the massive liners were moored and the industrial area of Barcelona was off to the left out of the eye of the city dwellers and tourists.
Once more my feet were aching from all the walking as it appeared we covered most of Barcelona by foot even thought travel cards were owned. On reflection, proper walking shoes would have made life easier but due to the miles done I don’t think it would have made that much difference to my poor aching feet.
It was mutually agreed that we had back to the hostel, change and pop out for dinner. Nowhere particularly fancy but I did suggest we got Tapas as I had yet to try a proper one from Spain. So once we were scrubbed up, off we wondered into Barcelona looking for a decent Tapas bar. This time we found one in a different square, it was here our last truly Spanish sangria and Tapas would be consumed. We ached all over, our bodies and our hearts. I had seen a Spain never witnessed by me before and I had fallen in love. Four days would have to do for now, but I vowed to return with my husband.
