We made it to Barcelona. But there’s nary a hotel room within 10km of the city centre, so we are renting a car and heading off into the sunset for the weekend. Warm here. No rain. Zaragoza was amazing. Internet running out, so must sign off.
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Every time I read the word
Every time I read the word Barcelona, I hear Manuel from Faulty Towers say it like so:
Barthelona.
I hear Freddy Mercury, too.
I hear Freddy Mercury, too.
You could also find out a bit
You could also find out a bit about where the Mackenzie-Papineau Battalion fought as well as vist a certain team.
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