Burglars, Boats and Barcelona FC
29.01.2007 - 02.02.2007
My adventure into Spain started off on the wrong foot when getting onto the train I had my passport taken out of my bag and then head off in the other direction in the hands of a big scary man. Thus my first night in Spain was spent on the phone between calls to home, embassies, consulates and other people, whilst trying not to die of dehydration from shedding far too many tears. So it was a 5am the next morning that I caught a 6.5 hour train from my hostel in Barcelona to the Australian embassy in Madrid to get an emergency passport, which thanks to the terrific staff I managed to have four hours later, then it was back on another 6.5 hour train back to Barcelona to start over in Spain.
After that Spain was terrific. Barcelona is a wonderful city and the people seem to approach life in such a relaxed manner that impressed me. I loved the Sagrada Familia- my now favourite building in the world, and spent hours wandering around its cavernous inside and climbing up its impressive towers. I checked out the Gaudi designed Park Guelli, and La Pedrera and was smitten with his work. I wandered back down Las Ramblas back towards the hostel, determined to put the bad experiences behind me alot quicker in the future.
I explored the Picasso Musuem and the quirky City Museum. I climbed the Monument down by the water for a fabulous view back up Las Ramblas, and spent the afternoon wandering around Port Vell and its beautiful Marina. I took a Spanish cooking class and learnt how to cook Paella all the way slowing realising how the Spanish are so relaxed (the answer is lots of Sangria).
Thus it was that I could leave Barcelona happy and in love with everything southern Europe had to offer so far.