Trains to Prestwick, a childhood haunt, Ryanair to Girona and bus to Barcelona. My neighbour on the plane was a Scottish girl who lives in a caravan in Barcelona. She’s been a trapeze artist for seven years.
Booked into my hotel, which is modern and business-like, and set off walking to explore. I was soon in the Gracia area and had a beer and tapas in a student bar full of smoke (smoke in a bar, what a strange thing!). Long, tired walk back the hotel.