This is what the beach at Barceloneta looks like with cries of COCOOCOCOOO and masaje? massaje? and lovely warm clear water. but tonight it was anything but hot n sunny, it was MONSOON rains. I swear, we ran through the streets laughing and dripping, almost unable to see as we swirled past hapless festival goers crowding under parapets and balconies. The metro station stared at us with wild eyes as they imagined the cascades we must have faced to reach its dry and humid sanctuary. Mercé is fun though, we glimpsed Swan Lake performed by St Petersburg ballet company through our precarious positions crouched behind a palm tree, barcelona is beating madrid 5- 0 and a documentary on Cuban trumpetists beckons.
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