Sunday let's buy bus tickets, and use em.

We are knakkered wake up as two frozen fish fingers in the over efficient air con. Bushed its ten am. Decide on an extravagant room service brekkie. Sod it I can't be bothered hang the expense. Its black coffee, juice, bread, pastries, a selection of ham and cheese and preserves. Good start to the day. Suss out diagnol del mar shopping city - coolio. Full of goodies we stock up on lifes essentials ie water beer and wine and mooch back to hotel. Then an enquiry of desk boy. What's the best way to get to town. Nuimber 41 bus or metro he says. Metro we decide we buy a T-10 for 6€ and we are off we miss one but heart break 4 mins till the next. We manage it I swear some women tried to pick me pocket/feel me leg but who knows. Off then a wander past the cathedral and dancing pensioners to La Ramblas. What a street sight sounds the lot. Wander down mooching then try to suss a gaff for dinner all sound advice is eat away from the main street. So we find a square with six eateries and hawk our custom we eat at tobagan. Which was good apart from loud mouthed american chaps talking poop. There is a helpful point and choose photo menu for english numpties so I have a paella with noodles instead of rice and jean has a paella with ham in lieu of chicken. More later I need a bath and shower.