(Or Catalunya? Shall I risk political correctness?)

To say that Barcelona is the best city in the universe is to betray my Hong Kong heritage and risk expulsion from the Melbourne community.  But I’’m going to say it.  It’s friggin great.

The first time I went to Barcelona was to meet the captain and chief stewardess aboard the yacht we were to start our new life upon.  It was a short stay...

We were about to start charter in a couple of days and, wanting to make the most out of our time here, I said sayonara once the clock struck 5pm, climbed down the passerelle and began my exploration of the sun-kissed and history-laden town of Siracusa.