After a beautiful flight over the Alps and a lovely Panorama on Milano, I arrived in Barcelona, took a bus from Terminal 2 to Terminal 1 and met my sister for coffee and croissants in the airport meeting hall. We munched and loughed before we wrapped our stuff and took the airport bus to Placa Catalunya, from where we carried the damn suitcases to our nearby Hotel.

The first day was sisters reunion shop-, eat- and drink-til-you-drop-day. We both didn't have any sleep that night, so we ran around in a delirium and especially my Swiss Franc-priviledged sister bought all shops empty before dusk. We had tapas at a little restaurant in the old town, headed for a strawberry flavoured champagne in between a crowd of drunken teenagers at Carrer de la Reina Cristina, bought some Rioja and a bottle opener and sat by the waterfront by Rambla del Mar drinking wine and enjoying the oh-so-rare European sun before it got chilly and we carried our tired selves back to the hotel, falling asleep before taking our clothes off in front of Spanish television.


The Alps.


Cleaning windows at the airport.


Watering flowers on Placa Espagna.


See and be seen.


Street artist on La Rambla.


Balcony on La Rambla.

All photos: Carolin Weinkopf

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