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We walked by a statue of people making a human pyramid. And a lady tried to tell us that it was going to happen that night but we didn’t speak Catalonian and so unfortunately we didn’t figure out what she was trying to tell us until after dinner when we came upon people climbing down. Darn it! We missed it by minutes!
We went
to Les Voltes for dinner twice because we couldn’t resist having dinner in the
vaults under the Roman circus.
And the
kids had been dying to go to the beach since we got to Spain so we went.
In the
rarely accessed portion of my brain where I stuff “not needed information that I read about
once,” ironically not far from the “Pick Pockets in Paris” section, is a
section on Nudity on Beaches in Europe. I
basically forgot that there are topless beaches. We, naturally, walked down to less crowded
section on the beach and once there I got some wide-eyed, slightly distressed
looks from my children.
“Sorry! Try not to look in that direction?” I said as I tried to drag my own startled
eyes away. Not that everyone was topless
but we were definitely the most covered up family there. I had Jake and Elizabeth in swim shirts and I
wore a hat, even in the water.
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