Sunday, October 1, 2017

Euro Trip 2017: Day 8 - Barcelona, finally


The day started with me waking up in a room that had just been vacated by a job hunter from Croatia.  I was forced to stay at a hostel because of the unexpected cancellation. I didn't get the guy's name, but I chatted with him the previous evening and he said he was in Germany hoping to find a job. I wanted to ask more but it seemed rude so I just let it go.

Instead we talked about sports. I professed my admiration for his country's Goran Ivanisevic and he, of course, mentioned the Filipino boxer-turned politician.

He was gone the next morning when I woke up.

The hostel was decent enough, but it made me realize that I may be getting a bit too old to be sharing a room with strangers while traveling (no offense to all those who prefer to stay in a hostel!). But thats a topic for another post.


The hostel's common area

I checked out before the required time of 10 a.m. and decided to get an early lunch at a Thai place that I walked past the previous evening. I got a Coke from the Rewe across the street, but the restaurant people were apparently unimpressed with my cheapness and asked me not to drink it with the pad thai I ordered. I acquiesced, of course. Can't really argue with an apologetic Thai lady when she asks you to put away the Coke that you didn't buy from their restaurant.


Old gate near the hostel

Truth on a shop window

I took a moment to marvel one last time at the Köln Dom before I made my way to the airport.

Last look at the Köln Dom


I was three hours early for my flight. Wasn't taking any chances


In the plane, a nice enough Irish chap sat between me and a German girl in the window seat. He started talking to both of us, but his breath reeked of alcohol. He wasn't exactly annoying, but I just answered his questions with nods and one-syllable answers.

In Barcelona, my friend Pedi's instruction to take the bus just outside the airport was spot-on. I didn't have any trouble making my way to the city center. It was my huge suitcase that weighed me down--literally--during the walk to the AirBnb place that Pedi booked. Filippo, the owner was there, and he let me in.

I do not have any prior knowledge about what a Barcelona flat should or shouldn't look like, but this one was clearly old, the stairwell was dirty and the walls outside were filled with graffiti. Filippo said he rents out the rooms to tourists while he stays with his girlfriend who just had their baby not far away.

The flat itself had four bedrooms and has clearly seen better days. There was clearly an effort to spruce things up for guests, but the place had what I would call "decrepit charm." Still, it was right in the heart of La Rambla, the touristy area of the city, so it wasn't all bad. I thought it was the perfect place to see Barcelona for the first time.

I walked around the area while waiting for Pedi to arrive. My initial impression of Barcelona was one of grit and composure. It was like visiting downtown Manila, but much grander, a bit cleaner (just a bit), and just as busy. It was almost midnight, but there were still tons of people on the streets, mostly tourists, I imagined.

Pedi arrived soon enough and we ended up having dinner at the KFC near the flat. I decided I'd have to wait for daylight to fully appreciate the city.

Barcelona after dark


Lovers in Barcelona

Barcelona alley


Next: What Barcelona is really like

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