The rain in Catalunya falls mainly on the pinya. Well that’s how it would’ve turned out last night if the castellers practice hadn’t been moved to the St Joan church in Poble Sec. A strange experience to be practicing on a hard tiled floor, inside, with no net, and that pervading smell of incense that always takes me back to my childhood and all those wasted hours.
It rained all night as far as I can tell and has been wet all day so far – the weather app didn’t show much chance of it stopping so I chose a moment when it wasn’t actually bucketing down and went out into what Michael Fish would probably call “light rain”. I needed to go to the cashpoint so ran along to the Oasis and did my business, then to St Francesc and Espalter out to Pl Pou Vedre (Espanya as was) to the Paseo, along as far as Carrer Salvador Casacuberta. This guy was a catalan businessman from the ’20s who founded the first Spanish company specialising in ladies’ woolies, and I’m not even making this up.
Along to Av Navarra, La Masia and the Passeig de Vilanova and home.
9 months done. Deep breaths, keep pushing through the pain and any other birth-related gags you can think of!
Talking of pain I realise that I haven’t mentioned the troublesome left knee for a few days. Thankfully this is due to the fact that it seems to have mended itself (hurrah for the peas) and fallen off my radar. So, “nowt” after all.
5.03km, 25:52.
Chris Wright 2016km 