I didn't stay out of trouble, but I had a great trip. The trouble involved a car breakdown, but I was able to speak Spanish with the mechanic and cell phones do save lives. Peter called the rental company and found someone to call me on my phone at the gas station, and he spoke English!!!
Barcelona was fantastico although I came to the conclusion that I don't like Spanish food that much. Tapas are not my favs, nor is paella, but then I had pretty bad paella. One of the highlights of Barcelona was putting my toe into the Mediterranean Sea and then sitting at a cafe on the beach drinking a sangria while a Bob Marley wannabee sang and played guitar. It was so fake it was real. The streets of the old city wreak of charm, and offer some wonderful shopping possibilities, including World Cup 2010 commemorative t-shirts. I only wanted to buy authentic Barcelona things, which I pretty much did: a leather belt for Marty, a orange leather handbag, espadrilles, ceramics.
The weather was great, my hosts most gracious. I'm working on almost no sleep and I have to say I feel pretty good. Very relaxed in fact.
I promise to post photos in the next day or two. I have to find the chip and right now, that seems impossible.