The only thing I can remember about Barcelona is that the Neu Camp seats were covered in bird shit.
You went to one of the greatest cities in the world and that's all you remember?
I can vaguely remember going to Porta Ventura were me Lee F, James and Lee H would go on the Dragon Kahn and as soon as it finished would run round and go on again, we did this repeatedly, we qued for around 15 minutes a time, none of this Alton Towers nonsense!
I kind of remember we were given a packed lunch one morning before an outing (I can't remember where we were going) but the ham on the sandwhich looked a weird colour and ive never liked oranges so being the young rebel that I was I threw it over the hotel balcony as hard as I could and it exploded over a Spanish ladys towels as she was hanging them out, we all hid behind the big curtains that you get in budget hotel rooms and took it in turns in peeping our heads round to see what her reaction was, she stood there the whole time just waving.
I also kind of lost my virginity during the trip but to this day i'm not sure if it went in or not so i'm sceptical about counting that one.
So yeah, bird shit all over those seats!
