Wake up late and spend the afternoon catching up on some shots we missed yesterday, then take a little walk around the Nou Camp; eat watching Ronaldo achieve a fine hat trick to help Real Madrid bury Osasuna and then meander through the moody cool alleyways of El Born.
Barcelona had delivered but it was time to set this necessary, if pleasurable, deviation to one side and return to business with a quick bus ride to the outskirts of Barcelona and a 2km walk - in the rain! - to a service station on the main road to Madrid via Zaragoza.
The Magic Thumb enjoyed just 30 minutes’ airtime when Neville, a Yugoslavian trucker who’s resided in Spain for the last 20 years, ushers us aboard and drives us the full 400km to Zaragoza.
Having hitched in his youth he was more than happy to get us going again and dropped us around 10pm at this massive truck stop next to Hotel Pepa.
Now this place was a classic, buzzing with a vibrant representation of Spanish trucker life, decent food and a warm hospitable atmosphere.
Around 11 after a bite to eat we try our luck with The Thumb again but it appeared Zaragoza was bedding down for the night.
So, with a wicked cold wind biting at our resolve and very little movement from the truckers, we struck a deal with the gracious staff for a room at half price, and around 1am bedded down ourselves.