After three days at sea - one of which was spent crossing the Bay of Biscay, which was like a mill pond; in fact if the captain hadn't announced that we were just leaving it we would not have known that we'd reached it - we docked at Barcelona. We walked down the gangplank and looked up and up and up to see our cabin. As we'd entered the ship through a covered bridge, like getting onto a plane, we hadn't really seen the size of the ship; it was huge.
First sight in Barcelona
Barcelona was nice very busy and there were street entertainers everywhere. We stopped at a street café; I ordered two coffee and two sandwiches in my best Spanish and felt very pleased with myself.
The kerbs are quite high with slopes for wheelchair users at pedestrian crossings. One of them was so steep and with such an abrupt angle at the bottom it catapulted Tom out of his chair and onto the zebra crossing. A lot of people rushed to help but the cars just kept on driving around him; fortunately, he was ok - just a bit shaken - and we still can't believe that while he was lying on the road, not one car stopped or even slowed down,
We had to be back on board at 5.00 p.m. in time to get changed for the captain's cocktail party. It must be a sign of growing up (never old) when all the crew looks so young.
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