If there had been another real swimmer in the pool this morning I am not sure where he or she would have been able to go. I occupied the overly narrow lane which allows just one swimmer to swim crawl up and down. The whole of the rest of the pool was occupied by summer school “classes” of varying ages but constant energy and splashiness.
As it happened there was only me so I swam my usual way up and down in a lane which, as I swam became funnel shaped so that by the time I got to one end I was bumping my arms on the line of floats. However, I struggled on and paused only to throw tennis balls and other flotsam out of my way as I surged my way along.
Barcelona, when I finally got there after an interminable journey where we stopped at every stop and traffic light, was packed and full of foreigners.
We had lunch in an old hospital for the poor which was refreshingly empty and encouragingly atmospheric with painted decoration and Romantic arches and balconies. I had a very unromantic burger but it did have a dramatic appearance with a transfixed cherry tomato held in place by an industrial length wooden skewer. The burger actually tasted of meat – which places it in a category with few companions.
As I was lunching with Suzanne we couldn’t let the occasion pass without indulging in some form of culture and so we visited FAD which is a temporary exhibition near MCBA giving examples of the best of design. The single element of print design that stood out for me was a printed bottle label of Libalis that I bought from the expensive wine store in town – the one with the pretentious tapa for the ruta de tapa this year. It is good to see that even in my indulgences I obviously have a winning stylishness!
One day to go before the Olympic Opening Ceremony and in a way calculated to increase the dread the news and BBC Sport have given a few “glimpses” of what we are in for. I dutifully hid my eyes, but Toni took gleeful pleasure in looking askance at the offerings and has added another layer of horror to my expectations. The fear of not winning a single gold almost pales into insignificance when I think about the extended awfulness which could well be the “show”. Time will undoubtedly tell.
I used the new camera to take a couple of pictures and was told, unexpectedly that there was a metro station near by a symbol appearing on the screen. I’m not quite sure what I pressed to get that information (which was indeed correct) but it shows that something of the “smart” quality of the camera is working.
Work in progress, I think.