BCN is definitely "my" town. First laid eyes on the place in 1968. a LOT has changed since then, but there is plenty that hasn't, too (luckily!). I don't know the Costa Brava at all. My professor was always after me to go to Cadaqués, but that was to hang with the "see and be seen" crowd, neither of which I really fit into, especially there. What did he think I was going to do, espy Salvador Dalí on the street, go up to him, and say "hey, Sal, remember me? I played the music for one of your receptions in 1968!" I don't think so.
I would LOVE to go scuba diving!!!! My younger daughter took it as a sport when she was going to school in Hawaii, but I have both eardrum problems and heart problems, and so they wouldn't even let me train. A couple of years later, a friend in Sprout City lost his son who was scuba diving, and got careless. He never surfaced alive. I'm glad my daughter has (at least temporarily) retired from that. She just had her first child in May, and I'd like the baby to grow up with a mama. My daughter was always meticulously careful, but when something goes wrong while scuba diving, it might be the first and last time. EVen so, I was with her on a night dive when she went down with the pro divers, turned on some lights that had been set up on the ocean floor to attract plankton, and the manta rays came "flying" in to feed. I could only snorkel on the surface, but watching these gentle giants perform somersaults in front of our noses in the water was an unforgettable experience. I can only imagine what it would have been like watching it from down on the ocean floor.