tell u in a spainish way 02

the tourist centres everywhere in spain mean only one thing to us, the local maps. as we dont speak spainish and they dont speack much english, the spainsih staff's passion was only luke-warm(maybe it was the weather too cold). the travel planner regretted for not buying a well designed, fancy, compact barcelona map in heathrow airport that i didnt want to buy cos there wd be maps when we arrive barcelona for free, her argument was it was compact and look less like tourist thus lowering the chance of being robbed. some how, may be she was right, i dont know, my pocket was this close (1mm) to be picked in metro(mtr) when we were reading the travel guidebook. Pam tried to warn us on the plane, the pick-pocket she met was only a kid. she said it was serious in spain. i bore it in mind and was scared and when it happened, it happened. but i was lucky for they were too obvious in a spacious metro compartment they stick too close to us, alerted me to reach for my small bag, where i touched his hand covered under his blazer. that was the 1st flaw in our journey of this vast artistic wonderland.

unlike hongkong, the blocks in barcelona are very big, one block is as far as 2 to 3 blocks in hongkong, when they tell u to walk 2 blocks away, u have to prepare it's not a short walk. and the premises are also big in area, so when u're standing on no 2 of a street and is going to no 98 dont think ur gonna arrive anytime soon, especially in a rainy season like spring.