The day started a little rough with the girls recovering from jet lag. We all managed to get out the door by 9:45 and got to the train station in plenty of time. We got our tickets and grabbed some food while we waited for the 11:30 train to Barcelona. It’s a short 2h45m train ride to Barcelona and we spent the time looking at travel books and rehashing all the things we wanted to accomplish. The scenery was beautiful and the weather matched it. We reached Barcelona a little before 3:00pm and had an ordeal working a pay phone. We got a hold of the lady we were renting from and grabbed the metro.
When we reached the apartment, we waited for her to let us in. Another moment of confusion as to whether we should ring the buzzer or stand on the street. When we did manage to get in, we were welcomed with 115 steps. That’s right, we’re staying in a 7th floor walk up. When we finally reached the apartment, we were happy to find a bright an airy apartment. We have a great terrace and I can see that this place was an excellent find, by yours truly. We got a good deal and the owner seemed really great, which is always a relief after booking on line. We unpacked and set out towards the beach. We walked along the boardwalk and stopped for tapas and sangria for a late lunch. On the way home we grabbed some stuff for the apartment and headed back up the stairs of death.
Trying to stick on Spanish time, we headed out for dinner at 10:00pm and found a little place in the Placa Rejal. After more tapas and a walk down La Rambla, we made it home and had a bottle of wine on the terrace. I think we would fit well into this Spanish life.
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