Due to them a) forgetting
what day of the week it was, and b) finding the train was fully
Tammy and Annie were not able to meet me in Barcelona as planned. This
left me with a problem - how to survive for 24 hours in a city
when you don't speak a word of Spamish or Catalan. The answer was
simple... find an Iriah bar!
So I did. Strolling along La Rambla - where you can see
such delights as kermit-playing-a-miniature-piano and people-dancing-for-money.
Anyway, a suitable bar was located and I settled down with a Guinness.
Coincidentally, that day was the final of the All-Ireland
of Cork fans. Unfortunately for them Kilkenny beat Cork 1-14
to 1-11 - but mere defeat does not stand in the way of having a
time and a good drink. (As it turned out, over
the next few days I found no less than 4 Irish bars - and there
are probably lots more.)