just relax

After all this crying nights "the husband" start to realise that all is not well with me so he decided to show me the good, fun, side of Barcelona.

We spend the day as in holidays. Wake up late and after a really nice breakfast (my dad sort of overdid his task and brought at least 5 different nice pastries for us to try, well he´s very conscientious of his duties).

The beach is just at a stroll away from the flat. It´s gorgeous, sandy, quite clean and not too crowded. The sky is azure blue and the light has that famous Mediterranean shine. There´s a green flag and a proper lifeguard (an Argentinean one, as we were to find out later). The sea is lovely, not too cold, just perfect, and the four of us just leave our thing there and jump into the water. We splash around like overeager tourists. It´s great.

After a while my dad decides to go back to the beach and finds out that he can´t do it (he´s got bad knees after one-too-many parachute jumping and at least once having drop with a huge air balloon in his youth and he´s 82). He stumbles and falls and half the people run to his aid, and we all do a sort of save-the-marooned-pensioner thing; that´s how we got to know Javier, the Argentinean lifeguard, Rashid the (illegal) Pakistani cold drinks seller and half of the punters in that beach. (It´s not that Rashid himself is an illegal immigrant, at least we don´t know that, but he haven´t an official licence to sell drinks so he just park his drinks in a bag next to a tourist and goes around whispering: -"cocas? beer? agua?"). People were very friendly and not half of them are actually tourists, there´s seem to be a lot of locals too.

We got home well after 8pm and it was still sunny!!

We´re very lucky and have 2 bathrooms, great for family harmony.
"The husband" and I leaves my dad and son at home to fend for themselves, they´re tired, red and happy and we go for a long walk along the sea that takes up right into the Barceloneta (the old part of the city). There´s a street show of European street buskers, sponsored by the city council and some of them are really good and have a dancing crowd around. Some are solos, but we founded a band of 8 called "che, sudaca" that played salsa. We danced on the street for half an hour before heading to a nearby restaurant. It´s 12 o´clock and the streets are full of people having fun or just strolling comfortably, there´s even children playing out there!!!
Food was divine, all sort of sea creatures fryed mercilessly. Delicious and so much that we asked the waiter to give us the leftover to take home to our guys.

"The husband" takes me home and for the first time I go to sleep with a smile.