In the crowded hotel lobby, my daypack zipper sounds conspicuously loud. I poke a hand inside: a woollen vest, an apple and a light rain jacket – nothing more. I rummage about. Still nothing. Everyone looks when I tip the contents out. A single euro coin rolls across the tiled floor, hits the dark timber … Continue reading The Good, the Bad, and Barcelona – Gaudi on sunday (Catalonia, Spain)