Back in Barcelona with bad feet, a bad knee and some ugly bug feverish illness. More than anything in the world right now I just want my own bed in my own home and possibly a bit of attention from a good woman. But, I can't have any of that. There's simply not an option, so back to the paseo to make some more cash.
I've often wondered what those white vans with green star/cross logos on them are. They're a bit like an ambulance, but smaller. Last night I watched one of them pull up outside a block of flats and remove a dead body. Well, I guess you can't just chuck them in the rubbish!
Not entirely irrelevant, but I don't think I'm quite that ill yet.
Sitges was good fun. I will return for carnival weekend to complete the naked volley ball sand sculptures.