Our Barcelona Barrio

Twenty-two hours door-to-door from our wee place in Rio, via Amsterdam, to arriving home in Barcelona. This is us in the airport in Barcelona, just off the plane. We’ve since opened up our house, looked at our plants, almost unpacked, checked the mail, had a good walk round our barrio, let our next-door neighbours know we’re back and have just finished a plate of pasta in Don Vito round the corner. We received a warm welcome, and are taking away sufficient for lunch for tomorrow. Arriving to 16 degrees, blue skies and sun at 5pm isn’t bad for January. We’re grateful.