We’re doing a good job at hiding our fear here. It was quite possibly my idea to go up there and see Barcelona from the sky, but when I was up the top I was definitely regretting it.
I have this strange and selective fear of heights – as discovered by my employer who I’d told I was like a monkey I was that comfortable swinging in the trees, but he soon found me out – and it showed itself up here. My legs were shaking and if it wasn’t for the fact it would be tres embarrassing to get out of there via lift and I’d paid €20 I’d be long gone.
I was too scared to go too close to the edge, so this could possibly be one of Waiel’s photos, but don’t tell him I’m admitting that.
After about an hour of queuing we made it onto the cable car. The 360 views were incredible, but it’s an odd sensation to feel so unsteady on your feet that high up and in a small cabin. I couldn’t help imagining if the car fell and which ones of us would be heroes and which ones would drag us down. I decided that if push came to shove I’d definitely be one of life’s heroes. Hopefully.
Wow, look at that. Port Vell from the sky is incredible. You can’t help but wonder what all those little people are doing in their little houses down there. Seeing cities from on high is so weird when you think that just that morning you were one of those little people living your little life in a little house. The world is beautiful and confusing.
And this is us back on safe ground. It was beautiful, but I’m not sure I like cable cars. They just feel so, well, unsafe. I’m sure they’re not, in fact they’re not, but I just don’t feel right.
As you can see from the pics it was a bit cloudy when we went, but I bet on a summer’s day it would be even better. Or, you could go at sunset/sunrise to make it really special.