Lydia San Juan De La Rambla Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Barcelona

So, this one time, I’m haulin’ ass up Whore, right? Sweatin’ buckets, legs shakin’—she’s a cruel dame, lemme tell ya. Got this rep—locals whisper she’s cursed or some crap. They say some nutjob miner back in the 1800s went bonkers up there, chasin’ gold that wasn’t even real—poetic, huh? “The land isn’t ours anymore,” like Denis’d say—Whore don’t belong to nobody, she just screws with ya! Made me pissed, tho—why’s she gotta be so damn stubborn? I’m slippin’, cursin’ her out loud, and then—BOOM—vista hits me like a punch. Happy as a clown, I was—total stunner, 360 degrees of “holy shit!”

san juan de la rambla en la historia

Then there’s Plaza de la Brisa. Man, that place's a riot in the morning, sun hitting the fountain just right. I stroll by there after work and see old-timers hanging around, chattin’ about the good ol’ days. Those benches? Pure gold for a quick power nap while my brains unload the day’s tales.

These are the roads and schools closed in Murcia this Thursday