Due to them a) forgetting
what day of the week it was, and b) finding the train was fully
booked;
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
Hurling Championship.
- and
the
bar
had
its
fair
quota
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
good
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.) |
