Barca always on the list, a great city with (sun) a rich history and a great culture. Decided to go in December as a birthday treat. It started to go wrong when my friend decided to buy two bottles of Prosecco for our journey on the plane. Ryanair – (easily the most uncomfortable plane seat ever) so downed the drink on an empty stomach. By the time we landed I was a little fragile especially when having to go down the stairs and trying to concentrate with blazing sunshine head on.

Picked a hotel literally a stumble from the Gothic quarter on the Via Laetana, which was well furbished with a good mixture of shops, restaurants, cash machines and museums. As well as being a stones throw from La Barceloneta waterfront. After resting the effects of Prosecco we decided to go to Las Ramblas– a lovely tree lined avenue – which at the top has Plaza de Catalunya and ends at huge roundabout which is a monument to Colom.

I’ve always supported that England should have a siesta, because during siesta the streets are quiet after siesta the streets come alive with crowds of people waiting for restaurants to open and just generally mingling. During the day you can explore the warren of streets within the Gothic Quarter, at night encounter a storyteller or a soprano.

The Boqueria Market was a festival of the senses from the sweets to the seafood and the ham tasters. Found ourselves in a square (Placa del Angels) with skateboarders attempting stunts in front of the Richard Meier designed MACBA museum. Once inside you could see the endless rays of light. La Sagrada Familia entrance fee made it relegated to another trip and the building work continues. Now its time to have a cold drink and enjoy the sea air at Barceloneta. I promised that I would most definitely return and this time not just to enjoy the wine and spirits.