Sunday was a slow start.  We weren’t too badly off from the night before, but far from entirely chipper.   Without any real plans, there just wasn’t much incentive to get going.

Eventually, I got tired of sleeping on the couch and ventured out to grab some coffee.  Realizing I still had my Aeropress in my luggage, I made my way over to a nearby Starbucks and picked up some ground beans.  The Aeropress really does made some solid coffee.  It’s no espresso machine, but it’s not trying to be either.  And way cheaper than buying bad coffee throughout the city.   I just kind of wish it packed up a little better.

With some coffee in our systems, we went out to look for a decent place to watch the Barca game.  Crescent Street had M.V.P who promised to put the game for us when we came back later.  We had a few hours before the game started and decided to see if we could find something to eat or a better sports bar.  On our way, we saw a bunch of people in crazy costumes and decided to check it out.

Pride Parade!  I think we got to the staging area about 20 minutes before it was scheduled to start.  There was some debate about how ‘on time’ things were in Canada vs Spain, but we still found a mildy shady spot and hung around to see part of the parade.

The cops on stand up trikes with their bicycle companions drew some comparisons to the parades in Spain.  Bigger crowds mean you need more police presence just to keep things under control.  I guess any reason is a good reason to riot over there?

Parade started maybe 15-20mins late not too bad:

Crazy skinny dancers:

Viagra float:  They were passing something out, but we never managed to snag one.  Probably not their blue pills anyway.

Trojan man winked and posed for my friend as he took a picture:

The parade was moving fairly slowly, so we got bored and walked upstream to check out what was coming down the line.   Long walk – and the people in the parade at the end looked fairly bored.   And they probably had hours before they even started moving.

We made it back to MVP and caught some MotoGP before watching the the Barca game.  So-so food combined with expensive alcohol made it less than ideal.  But at least they had a lot of screens and put our game on the one close to us.  Can’t complain too much.

The game ended around the time another dev from the Barcelona office coming into town for a few weeks.  We were going to meet him and escort him back to the rental apartments and show him around a little bit.  We had checked the arrival schedule and it had said the plane was going to be 40 minutes late – we dwaddled a little, only to realize later that the plane was only 10 minutes behind schedule.  We booted it out to the airport – only to see that the flight had entirely disappeared from the board.   Very confused, but eventually technology saved the day and we got ahold of each other on the phone.

We tried to keep him awake to help with the jet lag.   Down to St Catherine’s for some dinner at Rotisserie Italienne.  The internets said it was good! But the reality was that it’s good for the price.  I think we all would have happily spent a few extra bucks to get something better.

Walked through Old Town, grabbed a drink and then called it a night before our friend passed out on his feet.