I made it. After a long day of travel through Montreal, Frankfurt, and a near-missed connection to Barcelona I stepped on Spanish soil with a heavy backpack, a unique American stench, and three years of poorly accented Spanish (However, that stench was contributed to by a deoderant-hating seatmate from Sweden as well...).
We are staying at Pension Nevada, a five bedroom place one street off of Las Ramblas. It is owned by a German lady named Marion who continually has terrible things to say about Spain, its food, the crime, the traffic, and the youth. Apparently we are in different countries, because I love this country. Despite her dislike of the Spainards, she loves us. She gave us 10 Euros off a night (It helps that we aren´t stumbling in drunk at 7 am).
We spent the first evening walking around the city and going to my favorite tapas bar in Barcelona. Basically, the cook sets out 20 different kinds of tapas, little finger foods, and you choose what you want by taking them off the plates and counting your toothpicks for your bill at the end of the night. We went to bed at 11 pm... and didn´t wake up until noon the following morning. I love jetlag.
Today, we toured all over the city, and despite the 20 minute long downpours, we enjoyed a few museums, met a few Canadians, and talked with some locals on the beach.
Tomorrow, we´ll probably do the same thing. Life is good. I´m working on getting some pictures uploaded as well. These next six months are going to be a trip...
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We are staying at Pension Nevada, a five bedroom place one street off of Las Ramblas. It is owned by a German lady named Marion who continually has terrible things to say about Spain, its food, the crime, the traffic, and the youth. Apparently we are in different countries, because I love this country. Despite her dislike of the Spainards, she loves us. She gave us 10 Euros off a night (It helps that we aren´t stumbling in drunk at 7 am).
We spent the first evening walking around the city and going to my favorite tapas bar in Barcelona. Basically, the cook sets out 20 different kinds of tapas, little finger foods, and you choose what you want by taking them off the plates and counting your toothpicks for your bill at the end of the night. We went to bed at 11 pm... and didn´t wake up until noon the following morning. I love jetlag.
Today, we toured all over the city, and despite the 20 minute long downpours, we enjoyed a few museums, met a few Canadians, and talked with some locals on the beach.
Tomorrow, we´ll probably do the same thing. Life is good. I´m working on getting some pictures uploaded as well. These next six months are going to be a trip...
ah
3 comments:
Have a wonderful time, kiddo. I Love You! MOM
que divertido! keep throwing up stories and images!
drink a good spanish red for me :)
How great you are relishing Barcelona, and that you found such a well-located place to stay. Not surprising your landlady loves you guys! Pass along the name of your favorite tapas bar, and enjoy Gaudi!
cheers,
Judy and Stan
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