Busy Busy Barcelona

It is said that Barcelona is one of the close to exciting cities in the world. On prime(prenominal) arrival there were only hints of this, provided as the coach further into the urban center its reliable colours were shining gloriously. I couldnt be sure if it was the fast street entertainment or the wide amount of shoppers and business, but either way my pulse was pumping because of this electrifying city.My excuse for being in this lift up environment is a twenty-four hour period trip to the big city everyone talks ab away. My accommodation was situated in a coastal town named Salou, roughly one hours drive from Barcelona. My hotel was called hotel Cleopatra, a nice but relatively insignificant next to this manic metropolis. As my accommodation was over an hour away I was anticipating a good day protrude and so far things looked set to be going that way.Approaching the city centre presently, I notice two extremes of Barcelonas meddling life. The first are apparent to be the wealthy, actor labelled snobs who frown upon and grace no pity towards the other forgotten race that that are the penitent tramps. It seemed that the rest of the city was moving forward so blindingly fast that that these endless vagabonds are left in a sea of no hope. However, in an action so hypocritical to whom I estimable accused, we by design admire a crumbling sculpture to move on swiftly ult the swarm of homeless Spaniards.Our first objective of the trip is to get a topless bus around the city. We vaguely made out the attempt at English from the operator, which did seem to be a recurrence throughout the day, demanding of us, four people, 68 Euros Youve got to be joking However at this point we didnt really have much choice as this was the only real way we could ever get a good old gander at the sites of the city. So despite the outrage, me, my Girlfriend, her Mum and her Dad decide to give it a go. The bus was certainly filled with most British, yet the navigator o n the microphone never thought to attempt a spot of English, no, strictly Spanish. Nevertheless we could still view the sites and scenery, if of course we hadnt of taken poor advice in which we asked for the route which takes us past the illustrious Barcelona Cathedral, but never did we actually see the magnificent building. At least, not from closer than half a mile away viewed on a hilltop.The one truly satisfying thing about this exhilarating inhabit was that from inside the topless bus the sun came beaming down on us in which I believe I turned about 5 different shades from snow-covered to brown within a matter of two and half hours.On departure of our trip that be a somewhat anti climax situation, I felt a large overpowering respire of relief come across me, and a look around made an impact and my original feelings of the day that was the anticipation of the new city ahead of me. Fresh air? No block buildings? No traffic and insane amounts of shoppers We had reached a com pletely different part of Barcelona which we had looped around the city to get to it in the bus, but we had ended up perhaps ten minutes from the city centre. We couldnt even feel that it was Barcelona, it felt same Spain, which seemed comparable so much different. This was certainly much the family side of the city as it had many more family shops and attractions, and not to mention families. Yes, this part of the city was giving me the spend feeling that the closed up, claustrophobic sprightly mainstream of the city wasnt.This new side of Barcelona creates a new feeling of ease and I finally chance wherefore this so highly rated city gets the praise that it does, and is so renowned worldwide as a hotspot for any age or type. It was almost as if there were two separate cities tangled in together to make the ultimate holiday destination, with a family attraction to the city being just a 10 minute drive from a busy and unpredictable centre, its bound to be that. such(prenomin al) a huge variation in tourist attraction is no doubt how this city rakes in millions upon millions of pounds through the tourism industry, making it Barcelonas key and its largest impact on the cities economy.My favourite attraction from the whole experience was stumbled upon at about mid afternoon and was a stones throw away from where we departed with the bus. I stared at first, mesmerised at the colossal once used Olympic Stadium. From the outside I witnessed it to be a enormous display of architectural genius used subtlety to emphasise the home of the flame once held within. As I leave the magnificent Stadium in which we were not allowed to enter, I felt like I could spend all afternoon with the satisfaction that I am butterflied with at the moment. No kinda said than done we ended up in that very place where we started off originally, but somehow I managed to appreciate it a lot more than I did as a first impression.It now occurs to me that these two parts of the cities ar e maybe simply complimenting the other to combine creating a worldwide holiday destination. However there are many reasons I would tell a holiday maker contemplating where to go to not travel to this big city, but there are so many reasons more why I would tell them to book it for Barcelona. After a hectic day we made it back to Salou at around nine thirty when I came to my conclusion on my day. I felt that as busy and difficult as Barcelona was, it was worth every minute and is not a day to miss out on, whoever you are.