Monthly Archives: June 2011

Here are a few of my favorite things, in Barcelona!

I love that the city is not just infinitely walkable, that there is fantastic and cheap public transportation and dedicated “alternate wheel” lanes: for bicycles, mopeds and other small wheels. We’ve seen skateboarders, roller skaters and recumbant cyclists too.

I love that the bars open at 7 a.m., the same time the night clubs close. I love that some people start drinking beer then, too! 

I love that vegetables are served at breakfast, and instead of orange juice, there is melon juice. And that I saw someone mix tomato and orange juice  this morning.

I love there are escalators in (some) of the hillsides and foot bridges over highways and busy roads.




I love that there are structures here (mostly walls and churches) dating back THOUSANDS of years.

Capella Reial de Santa Àgata (14th century): The base of the chapel is part of the wall of the old Roman city Barcino (4 a.d.)

Close-up of part of the Roman wall (4 a.d.), supporting Capella Reial de Santa Àgata.

I love the Boqueria market where you can find seemingly ANY ingredient ever, right down to the fresh spices. Where there were sheep heads and calf brains and cow stomachs, goat legs, endless rows of seafoods arranged by color and shape and  cheeses and cheeses and more cheeses. Oh and many stalls of cured meats too. And olives. 






And fruits, dried and fresh and nuts and candies and …




And, I really REALLY love the gazillion languages and accents heard all around you, all the time.

(All photos on this page were borrowed from public domain because my camera battery died.)


Barcelona pictures

Here is a small gallery of photos from our afternoon walk in our local neighborhood…

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Traveling is _________________ .

Stressful. Tiring. Adventurous. Noisy. Dry.

You can fill in the  blank with whatever traveling is for you.  We had fun at the airports, people watching. It’s amazing to see all the different sizes, shapes, colors that people come in. It’s fun to identify the different languages spoken or to translate a bit when we understand the language being spoken. We noticed that all the women who wore their sunglasses indoors were also wearing high heels. We noticed that those men wearing pants slightly too tight and too small, always seemed to be European (American men were typically wearing big shorts or baggie sweats and flip flops.) And here is what a typical American teenage boy looks like, at the airport:

Andrew and the iPod

We made it out of Boston and in to France. We ate delicious French patisseries and I had a lovely cafe. We slept on the flight from Paris to Barcelona. Navigating the Barcelona airport was not a problem: with signs in three languages and very obvious pictures, we would have to have been idiots -or very sleep deprived- not to “get it.” Bags retrieved and taxi hired, we were at our hotel in NO time.

Hotel Universal Barcelona on the Avinguda del Paral·lel. We arrived by 3 pm. Unpacked, cleaned up and walked for a while, finding our hotel very centrally located with easy walking to many sights and stores.

It's a small room, but very centrally located and clean.

Hotel room

Planes, trains and automobiles!

We’re off to Barcelona, Spain via Paris, France and then a cruise tour of the Italian coast. I am hoping to blog here about our trip, complete with photos and all the details I can manage. First though, we travel. A drive up to Boston, time in airport purgatory and a couple flights. I’ll be back with the gritty details sometime Wednesday evening (local time, Spain.)

Stay tuned!