From Walthamstow to Barcelona

Last week we finally went inside our new flat, this  must not be confused with moving in, still a few weeks until that happens, all I can say is scaffolding and balconies are the culprits…

Normally, I am very positive person but for some reason, I was really worried the flat would be small despite knowing the room dimensions, it made no sense, maybe I was trying to keep my expectations low so as not to be disappointed….classic trick of the mind that worked! The kitchen is lovely and the living room quite big, so now I can relax and look forward to having a double oven! I know it’s very sad to be that excited about about a double oven but try roasting meat and making roast potatoes (in goose fat obviously) at the same time, not so easy my friends, so here is my future domestic goddess room:


The next day, we jumped on a Ryanair flight, oh how I love them, the hard cramped seats, the stag and hen dos, the spirits that come in by one get one free packets (yes not bottles), the stewardess’ uniforms that are so chic and clearly made from a very high quality material and best of all the lovely little song they play at the end when you land on time of course. At least you now get an assigned seat…

We stayed at the W Hotel in Barcelona, I am obsessed with W hotels since we stayed at the one in Bali, they have a way of making you feel cool, even when you’re not. They also make for amazing people watching, I think I spotted an international escort, I even stalked her on Instagram and she she stays in suspiciously high end hotels all around the world but does not mention her profession, yes she could have countless highly paid jobs that enable her to afford to fly in private jets and sit by the pool of the W Barcelona with 60 year old men…

The W does views and pools:





We had to go and see this:



The best thing we did was a Spanish Civil War walking tour, it was super interesting and made me quite ashamed to have a degree in European Studies as I hardly knew anything about the subject, this Church was bombed and dozens of children died, one of the more moving parts of the tour:



I intend on reading more about it and reading more about history in General, the amount of knowledge that has left my brain and replaced with knowledge about benchmark data and celebrity gossip is VERY SAD.

It was a lovely few days, however you can take the girl out of Bank but…





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