... and then the heavens opened

The view from Montjuic castle, 22.10.09, 2.30pm

There´s no such thing as a light drizzle in Barcelona, I´m beginning to find out. It doesn´t rain that often, but when it does, ¡joder! how it does it. Talk about rain drops the size of golf balls!! Honestly, they were lethal. And of course, I had to get the big downpour on my way up to Montjuic castle with no shelter. By the time I got up to the top, I was soaking wet. I mean SOAKING wet!

Of course, if I die of pneumonia or bronchitis over the next couple of days it´ll be nobody else´s fault but mine. An umbrella would have helped, but I stubbornly continue to insist on not carrying one.