No problem with customs or security at the Barcelona Airport. Our driver was waiting outside with Terry’s
name in bright lights on an IPAD. Terry
of course went right by him, claiming that he was going to the end of the line
and working his way back systematically. Sure.
Sounds like System Engineer BS to me.
Our driver spoke very little English but did try to point
out the important sites. I just don’t
know what he was saying. T did ask if
our hotel was okay. Not sure what he said about that either. When we got to the hotel, we weren’t quite
sure how he was going to get out. It looked like an alley with a lot of bikes,
just off the Catedral square. 5 story Hotel Barcelona Catedral.
Our host, Oriole (I’m sure its not spelled that way) was
most gracious. Although breakfast could
be purchased for 18 to 19 euros, he admitted against interest that two could
eat for that at the café in the square.
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| Most Important Feature After a LONG Trip |
Room 308 came with everything we needed: double bed;
internet, refrigerator, bathroom, desk,
interesting light fixtures, a window that opened at the top, a stump and a stereo. Who could ask for more? Well maybe storage
space. There is a closet, and a couple
of places to put suitcases, but
unfortunately there were only 6 hangers and no drawers. Oh well I didn’t want
to unpack anyway. I found the
rolling, mirrored door that would work
perfectly for our bathroom though and Terry says I can have it. Won’t fit in my
suitcase, so I’ll have to purchase it.
Not sure where I might get one – maybe ikea?
The 5th floor roof has a lovely infinity pool
that of course looked even lovelier on the internet due to the absence of
pigeon bathing and people. All around us the city smolders. People across the way keep their curtains
open and lights on.
After a perfunctory debate we headed out for some coffee on
the square. The Hotel is about 10 steps
away from the center of the city where the original Catedral (this is how it is
actually spelled) and the Kings Home were to be found…that would be the King of
Catalune, not King of Spain. We settled for a light supper and cappachino and headed home.
About 1 AM our time, Voxer rang. It was son Nicholas wanting
to make sure we made it, since I had posted we were taking off during a tornado
watch. We had.
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