Finally the whole family (luggage not being part of the family) met up in Barcelona and we spent a pleasant few days browsing the shops and markets and testing the sangria (me & Nicci) and drinking tea and wishing for a nice jam sandwich or slice of malt loaf (mum & dad).
Our hotel, which I had so carefully selected for being in the centre of everything, turned out to be a meeting point for people who needed to vomit loudly in the middle of the night outside the window of our cupboard. Luckily I gave up sleeping a long time ago, so it wasn't a huge issue, but I wouldn't recommend overlooking Las Ramblas in the future.
Had a very nice day trip to the Salvador Dali museum in Figueres, where dad declared that the paintings were almost surreal... And I think mum thought some of them were a little bit rude.
On the whole the parents were quite well behaved; although a word to the wise - don't play cards with the innocent-looking one they call "Mum" - it's a good job only champagne, and not real money changed hands.
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