Guadi Bonus (aka Wendy is verbose)

Gaudi rooftops are amazing spaces filled with towers, arches and organic shapes. We lined up to take this picture  of the Sagrada Familia in the distance. Bob took one for the team by asking the clueless selfie-snapper on the other side of the arch to please move out of the way so the group of Chinese tourists in front of us, much too polite to say anything to the influencer blocking the view, could get on with their picture-taking.



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