Jon´s legs are still swollen, red and painful to touch. He thinks he may have cellulitus so he has prescribed himself a course of keflex (antibiotics).
Afer he convinced me he didn´t have deep vein thrombosis and didn´t need to be rushed to hospital, we decided to go on a walking tour of the Gothic area of the city to hear some history. I am glad we did as I would have gotten thoroughly lost trying to do it myself and would also be none the wiser. It seems that half the buildings in Barcelona are being restored and have construction frames around them with a large picture of the facade stuck in front of the actual building. The main Cathedral is a prime example of this. I can only see the steeples and some side walls and then a giant poster of what it is meant to look like from the front.
When we were in the Placa de Sant Felip Neri (a corner of the Gothic area that was not so quiet due to school kids playing in weird checkered smocks - not sure what the deal was with their clothes) a pane of glass fell out one of the top floor windows and narrowly missed piercing a lady´s skull. Jon now walks down the middle of a street. The buildings in this area are generally only four stories high. The guide said there was a law restricting height so that the military could bomb the town if necessary. I am not sure if something was lost in translation there as that seems kind of weird. Another thing we learnt was that the rich owner of a house lived on the first floor so the windows have more decoration. The higher up you go the plainer the facade becomes as the servants lived up the top. In Gaudi´s buildings he went crazy with the roof designs as the owners didn´t care what was up there as they never climbed that high - it was where the servants resided.
After the tour, Jon decided that he should get a second opinion regarding his legs so we spent the best part of the day searching for a doctor, then locating the hospital and then going back to the doctor (turned out to be a lot cheaper than the emergency ward). Only, in the end, Jon decided that he didn´t want to pay 58 Euro to see someone who didn´t speak English. So we wait and see what colour Jon´s legs turn out to be tomorrow.
In the evening we went to hear some traditional Spanish music - sounds a bit like a muslim call to prayer set to guitar music to me. Made me quite agitated. We also saw some Flamenco dancing - a bit like a tap dancing frenzy. It must be a serious dance as the lady was scowling the whole time.
Afer he convinced me he didn´t have deep vein thrombosis and didn´t need to be rushed to hospital, we decided to go on a walking tour of the Gothic area of the city to hear some history. I am glad we did as I would have gotten thoroughly lost trying to do it myself and would also be none the wiser. It seems that half the buildings in Barcelona are being restored and have construction frames around them with a large picture of the facade stuck in front of the actual building. The main Cathedral is a prime example of this. I can only see the steeples and some side walls and then a giant poster of what it is meant to look like from the front.
When we were in the Placa de Sant Felip Neri (a corner of the Gothic area that was not so quiet due to school kids playing in weird checkered smocks - not sure what the deal was with their clothes) a pane of glass fell out one of the top floor windows and narrowly missed piercing a lady´s skull. Jon now walks down the middle of a street. The buildings in this area are generally only four stories high. The guide said there was a law restricting height so that the military could bomb the town if necessary. I am not sure if something was lost in translation there as that seems kind of weird. Another thing we learnt was that the rich owner of a house lived on the first floor so the windows have more decoration. The higher up you go the plainer the facade becomes as the servants lived up the top. In Gaudi´s buildings he went crazy with the roof designs as the owners didn´t care what was up there as they never climbed that high - it was where the servants resided.
After the tour, Jon decided that he should get a second opinion regarding his legs so we spent the best part of the day searching for a doctor, then locating the hospital and then going back to the doctor (turned out to be a lot cheaper than the emergency ward). Only, in the end, Jon decided that he didn´t want to pay 58 Euro to see someone who didn´t speak English. So we wait and see what colour Jon´s legs turn out to be tomorrow.
In the evening we went to hear some traditional Spanish music - sounds a bit like a muslim call to prayer set to guitar music to me. Made me quite agitated. We also saw some Flamenco dancing - a bit like a tap dancing frenzy. It must be a serious dance as the lady was scowling the whole time.
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