Det var dags för mässa i Barcelona. Med Karolina från Parans och spanska på nedgång var det bara att hoppa på flygbussen.
It was time for a fair in Barcelona. Together with Karolina from Parans and spanish turning worse I stepped on to the airport coach.
Pass. Biljett. Glatt humör.
Passport. Ticket. Good mood.
The first acquaintance with the Barcelona metro was something special. It was oh so hard to find the right track. We walked around a lot and talked to several people before we ended up in the right place.
Redflections. (Blääää, lame joke, as always.)
My hotal room. It would fit 2000 times better on MTV cribs than my apartment in GBG would ever do. And I’m quite happy that way.
The view.
Tourists taking pictures in front of La Sagrada Família.
Karolina+1.
La Sagrada Família.
This is part of the exhibition center.
Waiting for a seminar about green building certificates.
During our coffe break we accidentally ended up close to this huge machine which unfortunatelly made a lot of noise.
At the second seminar, this time about passive houses. One speaker was german and and the other three spoke castellano (spanish). The translation from german was of course to…spanish and the translation from spanish was only to, that’s right, german. Amazingly I understood quite a lot of it all.
No, it’s a hotel.
Bag packed. Time to go back.
I prefer boats. Or rather trains.
// Magnus
