11.07.17 - He who has money can eat sherbet in hell

¡Hola, que tal!

Work is heating up at the precise moment that my computer has started to die a death, so I will be brief... London was great fun last week, despite a terrible hotel near Kings Cross which dispensed with such niceties as "cleaning" and "wifi" and "anything other than a small bed". Instead we spent as much time as possible roaming the streets, heading to Forest Hill to stalk our old house and buy appropriate footwear, then on to Marble Arch for a rather swish Thai meal overlooking Hyde Park, before heading back to gorge on raspberries.

The next day I went to meet my boss at his club briefly, before meeting up with Gaby and Jessica for lunch on the South Bank and a stroll around Borough Market and Tower Bridge, and heading to Camden for a drink with London comrades past which was most enjoyable (I even got my hands on some fancy fish 'n chips, which absolutely made my trip).  

Then after checking out and wandering through Soho for a quick stop at Fortnum & Mason, it was all aboard the train to Ely, for Pimms and roast lamb with grandma and grandpa in Isleham. On Friday we went to Bressingham to meet up with Henar, Brenna and the kids for steam-train-based fun, wandering round the picturesque gardens and being chased by Dougal and Ossian. 

After an afternoon of travelling we reached Barcelona on Saturday night and hit La Rambla for bottomless tapas and sangria, then on Sunday we went to the Parc de Montjuïc to catch a cable car up to the castle and stroll along the ramparts, before heading to the Gothic Quarter for pans, xocolata and sightseeing, at the History Museum and Cathedral among other places. Then it was on to the beach for burgers and patatas bravas, and a wander along the beach to the giant Frank Gehry fish statue and back to bed.

Yesterday work kicked in just as my computer decided to give up the ghost and spend the day reformatting itself, so I had to run from internet café to internet café in the midday sun, calculating budgets and analysing Middle Eastern geopolitics in less-than-favourable conditions.  Eventually met up with Gaby, who had gone to our pre-booked tour of the Sagrada Familia on her own, and went to the Boqueria for several fruit juices, before some rampant photo-taking in Park Guell and a final quick trip to the beach - incredibly stressful but most enjoyable in the end.

Today we're packing up and heading to Marrakech, and today's proverb is from Lebanon - I'm not sure what it means, but it certainly makes you think.

Ciao for now,

Mes que un Fred