June 4th - Beach!

So Tuesday I figured out how the banks here work.  I went to the national socialist bank of Spain, la Caixa, where I was able to pull out some euros directly from my account.  I also stopped by in the market at a panaderia where I got some croissants with ham and cheese stuffed inside.  They even melted it for me, and they were just over a dollar each.  Tuesday after work was pretty good. I walked through the Ribera again to try and see if the ruins were open by any chance, and they weren’t.  With a couple hours left of daylight I was not about to call it a night and head home, so I decided to walk the several miles down to the beach.  I made it to the beach of Barceloneta, and it looked gorgeous in the evening.  Unfortunately, I was still wearing my suit.  Then I thought to myself how ridiculous it would be if I did not go to the beach the first time I saw the Mediterranean in person up close and personal.  I took my shoes and socks off, rolled my pants up, and walked straight across the beach into the ocean regardless!!  I found a rock to sit on at the water’s edge, watched the sun set over the mountain and drew a quick sketch of my first time to the beach before walking back inland and heading home.