C'mon - tell me that title made you laugh. Right? No? Hmm.
So, we've been back about a week and I'm finally getting around to the blogging our little minivacation - our trip to the location
chosen by a poll right on this here blog - snazzy.
We left on a Saturday, and our flights both there and back were pleasantly uneventful. Both flights were five minutes late, which doesn't count as late at all. We arrived and caught a train to the city (the airport is located quite a bit outside of town) and then a bus from the main station to a stop near our hotel. We checked in, dropped off our luggage, and since it was about eight at night, we went back out to hunt for dinner.
We found a nice looking little restaurant just a couple blocks from the hotel and enjoyed a dinner of sausage and butterbeans for Chris and a plate of local coldcuts and bread and olives for me. We split a pitcher of
Sangria de
Cava, which was wonderful. At the table next to us, two charmingly cougary women and their gay boyfriend were enjoying a meal of far too much food and talking fondly about various Virginia neighborhoods close to where we lived, so a sangria-laden Mr K had to go introduce himself and figure out how they knew our old home so well - they were flight attendants, previously based out of Dulles Airport.
After dinner, we went back to the hotel to relax and get some sleep.
This turned out to be a great move, as the next day, Sunday, we walked over ten miles of Barcelona sidewalk. On Monday, we walked another seven and a half miles, and on Tuesday eight and a half miles before finally boarding our flight and sinking into airplane seats that have never before felt so comfortable.
We woke up bright and early at quarter to eleven Sunday morning. We began walking towards the more downtown area and eventually ended up at the
Barcelona Aquarium. Typically, we keep a pretty lazy pace when on vacation, but this time we had a list of activities from a local and we decided to
see and to
do. The aquarium was wonderful. In the center of it was a huge tank of sharks and other creepy-swimmies. You stood on a conveyor belt and rode through a tube, surrounded by
fish-tank on all sides. The sharks and other funny guys would swim right up against the sides - gills and fins all akimbo.
We had a quick lunch and various snacks as we continued to wander, including some really fabulous
gelato. We continued to walk and shop and shop and walk and see things until it got dark, at which point we headed to
Montjuïc to see the lights on the fountains, however after twenty minutes wait,
no lights and no water, we decided to head back hotelwards. By the time we arrived, we were starving and foot-sore. We solved these problems by ordering room service and
soaking our feet in the bathtub until our food arrived.
On Monday we woke up at the break of ten and were out the door by eleven. Our main attraction of the day turned out to be worth the cost of airfare even if we would have seen nothing else: the
Sagrada Familia. If you're not in a hurry, please go read the wikipedia page about this place - there's no way I can describe it enough to give you an idea of what it was like. For starters, it's huge - like really, really immense. Second, when they say unfinished, they're not kidding - the interior is packed with construction equipment and workers and noise and sparks. We waited in line for 40 minutes to pay a little bit to squeeze on an elevator with six other people for a ride to the top - once you arrived (
150m or so up), the only way down was a really
narrow spiral staircase narrow enough that the sleeves of my jacket occasionally
brushed the walls as we walked. So far, Mr K has only posted a
couple of
pictures, but they're really good. I'll try to put a few more up this afternoon.
We had tapas for dinner - tiny burgers and steamed asparagus and tomato bread and a cheese plate and razor thin
sliced-then-fried artichoke and almond cake for dessert. On our walk back home, we passed a building whose brightly lit letters proudly claimed it the home of "Mutual Cyclops." We lol'd.
Our flight left Tuesday night, so Tuesday morning we actually woke up at a decent time (8:30 or so) and headed to the train station to throw our luggage in a locker for one final day of exploring. The highlight of Tuesday was the
"La Boqueria" covered market. I have never seen so much fresh food packed in
one place in my life - as you walked up and down the aisles, the smells constantly changed from dried spices to fresh fruit to briney smelling fish and back again. We grabbed a light lunch from a vegetarian/organic stand in the back - a tortilla wrapped around a spicy paella, a few slices of vegetable
tortilla (completed unrelated to a Mexican tortilla...), a pasta salad and fresh greens dressed with a carrot and corn dressing. Wonderful!
We walked around for a few more hours before finally catching our train to the airport. Once there, we checked in, dropped off our bag and headed in search of one last round of snacks. We settled on a couple " regional" sandwiches and, for Mr K, a couple pre-flight beers.
Our uneventful flight dropped us in Geneva around eight in the evening. We rushed to buy train tickets and grab a light dinner from the grocery that was still open. As we were waiting by the tracks, we polished off one bottle of water, so I ran upstairs to the shop to pick up one more. When I got back down to the track, Mr K was standing and looking bemused as a tiny blond who turned out to be something of a
local mini-celebrity awkwardly hit on him. She told us briefly about the month she spent in the US, learning English, before the train arrived. She spent the rest of the trip talking loudly on her cell phone - the poor thing was traveling from Geneva to Zurich, where she would pick up her car and drive the last hour home - a trip of at least four hours total. We settled back in our seats, put on our Ipods, and counted the minutes until we got home to our kitties.
