Back from Barcelona

Yesterday Jake and I decided to partake of the many sights and historical vestiges bestowed upon Barcelona…and by this I mean we shopped. We shopped until we were hungry and then ate, it was a late lunch. We went back to the hostel showered (did not put on the new digs) sent a few emails and then headed off to Tibidabo, which is a hillside area of Barcelona with a carnival ground down below and a cathedral on the top of the mountain. We decided that the tram wasn’t going to get us up the mountain in time for sunset so we put our faith in our feet and our manhood (I have to talk up the manliness now because its gets way less manly later). We made it up the mountain just in time for sunset (but again we were semi-foiled by cloud cover). We walked into a hillside café and ordered a couple of drinks (like Sprite and Coke, doi) and watched the lights of the city come alive. Yeah it would have been a pretty romantic scene but when you both have beards it kind of kills the mood (Scott, you know what I’m talkin’bout).

We hiked back down the mountain (we are not waiters…especially not for trams) and took the buses/local trains/metros back to the city. Found a tapas bar and devoured another small country of bread and meat. We thought it would be fitting to have tapas again on our last night in Spain, plus I knew it would make my dad happy.

Back at the hostel we showered up and got ready for an early bed time since we had to catch the seven AM bus to Reus Airport. Apparently six AM is predawn in Barcelona so we walked to the metro station in the dark and found people still in the bars…not necessarily to our surprise. Took the metro to the coaches, coach to the plane, plane to London, and now I’m sitting on another coach waiting to get to the metro to finally take a bus back to Roehampton. That is traveling…or maybe it’s transporting. Anyway, I’m back in London safe and ready to start the second half of my time here. Can you guys believe it’s down to only six weeks?