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| Barcelona. |
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| Debs! |
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| Accidentally set my phone to take square pictures for a bit. |
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| Raise your glass. |
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| Sagrada Família. |
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| Reminds me of those sandcastles you make by dripping sand into towers. |
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| Colours, Debs and some fruit juice :) |
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| Park Güell, designed by Gaudí, who also designed the Sagrada Família. |
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| Guitarist. |
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| Finding our way down from Montjuïc. |
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| Tapas! |
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| Palm Sunday. |
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| Sunshine and the beach! |
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| Debs's friend Vicky had us over for a lovely, lazy Sunday afternoon. |
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| Posing... |
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| ...is hard work :) |
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| Dust-off-your-ship day? |
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| Pretty sweet library. |
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| Cute little cake shop, though I was disappointed that the churros were just taken out of the freezer and heated in the toaster-oven! |
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| About 9 or so kilometers of walking/running/cycling path overlooking Barcelona. |
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| The Sagrat Cor church... |
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| ...which, incongruously, has been joined by an amusement park. |
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| I took a few "shortcuts", but managed not to get too lost. |
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| Observatory. |
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| The funicular track. |
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| Sublime sunset. |
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| Was glad to make it back to civilisation. |
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| Lovely stationers' shop. |
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| Delicious coffee! |
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| The Jewish quarter. |
XLIV
Now, having said the words that can be said,
Having set down for any man to see
My blood and body in plain poetry;
Having displayed my sickness; brought to bed
Publicly; what advantage shall I have
To be thus naked to the questioner?
How shall it serve, how shall it profit her
Gaining the kingdom, locked outside your love?
Open your door, lest the belated heart
Die in the bitter night; open your door,
My lord. Admit the traveller to the fire.
Here is the quiet light, the silent shore
Beyond the foaming world; here is the chart
Of the last journey, past the last desire.
[ Joy Davidman, Poems to C. S. Lewis]
