Thursday In Barcelona
It's not correct to say Barcelona has become boring, but we have settled into a regular,
though relaxed, pattern of daily activities ... today developed differently.
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| Spinning for Glory |
The routine was broken early, when we realized that the event taking place at the arch
across the street wasn't a rock concert, but a "bike ride" on stationary bikes!
It was an attempt to break the world "spinning record" with 500 riders at a time. There was
rock music, big screen images of the Tour de France and a "motivational" leader. It was pretty
exciting for a Thursday in the 'hood. |
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| Then Came The Clunk |
L heard a clunk nearby, possibly in the next apartment. Then J arrived home from the market with
a building inspector and the Bombers Squad of the Barcelona fire department. The street below had already
been taped off. 
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| | Apparently, a chunk of our building fell off. The question was, "Where did
the chunk come from and are anymore on the way?" There was the inspection from the inside.
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| | The hook-and-ladder truck came, and there was an inspection from the
outside. 
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| | There was an inspection that started on the outside and ended on the
inside. 
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| | Finally, Señor Perez of Bomber Barcelona fame pronounced Operation
"Dead Gargoyle" over. All clear! 
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| And Then The Tour Started |
For reasons we do not understand a segment of the Tour de France -- yes, that
Tour de France -- passed by our house. (The Spanish house with the dead gargoyle on the sidewalk.)
The excitement built and then the first rider shot by behind the pace pigeon.
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| | Close behind Thor Hushovd (believed to be first) came a pack of fast riders to the cheers of the crowd.
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| | They're fast, they're impressive and they're exciting to watch!
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| | And then they're gone!
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| | Just another Thursday in Barcelona. Buenas Noches!
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