|Viva Barcelona! Europe arrival is a walk in the park compared to USA. With a quick glance and a stamp from airport security I was on my way through to an obliging taxi and 20-30 minute trip to Calle de Sant Antoni Maria Claret, only a short walk from Sagrada Familia. Having met up with travel buddies Annie and Carol (who caught the earlier flight), we ventured into an evening of tapas, Temperanillo (red wine for around 5 euros), Sangria and wonderful wandering. Ever experienced traveler Annie always seems to attract attention and at our tapas bar, a local young hombre burst into the door and into superlatives, waving around his football flag at our table. Well done Annie for maintaining a conversation in Spanish (or at least pretending to). Our walk home was punctuated by a visit to the local park to see Petanque in full force. There was no mucking about as rows of games occurred simultaneously with no time between throws. Women may have been outnumbered but they were not without attitude and, accustomed to multitasking, most played with a fag in hand or in mouth and in one case it was a cigar. Our favourite character was a delightful elderly gent sporting a marijuana t-shirt.