Rising above Barcelona's southern edge lies the intimidating Montjuic, a mountain with historical significance almost as big as my appetite. It was said that whichever regime controlled Montjuic would control the city.
Sounds like a challenge.
So I climbed to the top of this mountain, which was full of parks and winding trails, and at the top there was a huge fortress, seemingly impenetrable. Luckily for me there was a tourist entrance, so I strolled right in.
From the corner of the fortress, you could see all of the valley and around the coast. It was a beautiful view. I could see almost all of Barcelona's landmarks in just one glance. No wonder this was a strategic stronghold.
After playing king-of-the-hill with two big Germans and a rather large Spaniard (totally lying), I left the fortress and wandered around a bit. Eventually, I came across two archers practicing with eachother. They were shooting BULLSEYES at fifty yards. Very impressive.
After clapping and getting forced to leave (also a lie), I wandered around the mountain a bit more and found a track, a huge stadium, and tons of little stands and such. It was then that I realized that I was walking around the Olympic grounds from the Barcelona Summer Olympics. What a coincidence.
Mountain conquered, I decided to hike back down for some water and a nap.
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