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Secret Cinema Does Back To The Future

We got our 1950s on!

Going to see Back to the Future as part of the secret cinema experience was such a blast. We got all dressed up - Boe even wore SHOES! 

Now, you’re not allowed to take your phone or a camera into the set but can buy a disposable once you get there. So excuse the potato quality.

The set was fantastic! The film was beamed onto a the social services building.

The streets were lined with houses and shops and places of work. I felt very much at home.

There was a fair, complete with rides.

I even received a handmade corsage courtesy of my Boe. You can tell he loved the arts and crafts.

Now we were ready for the school dance…. where the punch was spiked. 

See?

After all this foolishness, we decided it was high time we settled down and found a spot to watch the movie and even snagged a bottle of white from a passing student. I’d brought along my picnic rug, a blanket and cushions so were we nice and cosy.

I don’t know what he sat on.

Key parts of the movies were acted out as well as played on screen. 

It was brilliant interactive way of seeing the movie and I loved how excited and animated the audience got while the performances were on.

Once the movie was over, the band from the school dance came on the stage and we all danced until we were kicked out of the park.

Can’t wait to see what the next event will be!

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Oh My Gaud-i!

I can’t stand the uncertainty of London summers so I packed up a holdall and hopped off to Barcelona for a few days of city sun. We landed pretty early and assumed our tourist roles; The Planner, The Mapper and me: The Camera =)

But first, breakfast!

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These are not just eggs and ham on toast, these are the scrummiest eggs and ibérico ham on perfect toast. I would certainly recommend Brunch and Cake a visit if you’re ever in Barca. 

Next stop was stroll down La Ramblas.

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It may have been a tad early but some of us were already thinking about ice cream. 

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This led to the discovery of La Boqueria market. This place is a haven for fresh food stuffs for both locals and tourists alike.

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Look at alllll the colours! I’m not much of a cook but I wanted to take home chillies and garlic to decorate my mum’s kitchen. 

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Forget chunky chips soaked in vinegar (which i LOVE by the way). Make way wedges with sausages and egg in a cone!

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I could have had every one of these juices. I had to settle for one so i went for guava which was delicious. We swore to ourselves to return and grab another but the only opportunity we had was on a Sunday and the market was CLOSED! I was gutted because I was feeling more adventurous and wanted to try dragon fruit. Sad times.

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I love olives. Enough said.

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The walk through the city led to scenes like this:

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Nailed it don’t you think?

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Now if I’m being totally honest, we were actually killing time until we were allowed into the Sagarda Familia - our tickets had been purchased for later that afternoon. So with nothing else on the actual agenda for a couple of hours, we decided to explore the park and play with our cameras:

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After the park, we passed under the Arc de Triomf.

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Eventually, our time was up and we were allowed to marvel at Gaudi’s famous masterpiece.  

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I loved this building. Every angle was a marvel. Up, down, left, right, from behind the pillars or up close to the walls, it was stunning.

Stained glass is fascinating at the best of times but here, in these windows, it threw the most beautiful streams of light across space that my limited photography skills could not even attempt to capture them in their glory. 

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We took the lift up the Passion tower to see the views from the top. However, I was pretty shaky from vertigo so pretty much stood with my back against the wall in the tiny cramped viewing space. I don’t actually remember what the view from the top looked like! I think I snapped this pic from that space… or perhaps from a tiny window from the stairs on the way down. I don’t deal with high spaces when its windy. But i’m working on it.

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On the way down we had to take the narrow, spiral never-ending stairs, which had tiny slits for windows at intervals.

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Hagrid’s new home? 

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The last section of the decent were these dizzying steps. My hands and legs were incredibly shaky while trying to take this! Hah!

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We headed back to crash for a while before heading back out for dinner and then drinks. 

Places such as one who sets their bar alight for you to toast your marshmallows and dunk into a sweet shot before downing.

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They do so love their pyrotechnics! 

We went to Catwalk (a club along the beach) later that night and had a smashing time, until my phone got pick-pocketed out of my bag. I was devastated as I had about a years worth of photos stored on that phone that hadn’t been backed up yet. But there was nothing I could do at that point besides phone t-mobile and block my line until I got back. 

The next day we took the cable car up to the castle.

But the highlight of today was the Magic Fountain of Montjuïc. A beautiful water display set to a range of music. It was so mesmerisng, we sat through the show twice!

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We arrived at the fountain to find it packed so had to sit down at the front and had our view obstructed by roamers and shrieking children. It wasn’t a total loss though. A young man decided to take advantage of this magical setting and proposed to his girlfriend.

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Everyone together now: Awwwwwwwww!

As the first show came to a close, we took up a higher vantage point and the sky took a darker turn. This was perfect as the colours shone much more vividly.

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I think I’ll leave it there!

Hasta luego!

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This? Is why I think it’s vital that we fight for diverse literature in schools. When the book-banning folks come out, it’s so often to shut down a person belonging to a minority group speaking about experiences that make people uncomfortable. Of course we are uncomfortable. We are complicit. It takes discomfort to impel change.

Not all kids will get a real picture of the world at home; I certainly didn’t. Those kids may go on to be the next generation of oppressors, having been taught lies that cause them to see minorities as subhuman, unless they have outside influences to show them otherwise. It matters that they read books by African-Americans, by women, by LGBT authors. It matters that they gain empathy and experience others’ lives.

It matters that they become uncomfortable enough to change.

from Reading Helped Me Overcome My Racist Upbringing by Susie Rodarme (via bookriot)

(via teachingliteracy)

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In need of some sun again!!!!

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This time last year I fulfilled a life long dream of mine to visit New York. Can’t wait till the next time.

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