Barcelona at last!
Trip Start May 31, 2006
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We drove to the airport with Ed's parents who, during the drive, gave us safety tips to keep in mind in Barcelona. After the bad experiences with theft, we didn't want to go through anything like that again.
We had booked our flight in Vueling Airlines, a Spanish low budget airline targeting young travelers, and whose corporate design was very young and modern. So much so that instead of the typical boring inflight magazine, in each seat pouch there was the Spanish version of Rolling Stone which kept Ed and I entertained for the 30 minute-long flight. I learned that Paris Hilton's new CD was "tuned" by British activist and sought-for graphic designer Bansky; instead of her face in the CD cover, Bansky managed to stick in a poodle's face...no one noticed until a few hundred copies were sold. Brilliant.
We arrived in Barcelona at 13:30. We had the entire day ahead of us, but the next big challenge was finding a hostel. We were aware that hostels in Barcelona weren't the cheapest. So for the next 2 hours, we walked around the airport from the information booth to the tourism booth to the phone booth in search for the cheapest accommodation in the center of Barcelona. Amazingly enough, after only six phone calls to the hostels listed on the map given to us by the sour tourism-info lady, we found a 35€ a night room in The Ramblas.
So with our heavy backpacks we tried to get on the airport shuttle which didn't work out because the ticket-selling machine broke when it was our turn to pay. So we ended up sharing a cab with a nice English woman who was in a hurry, and upset about not being able to take the airport shuttle, she offered to share a taxi to Plaza Catalunya, close to where we were headed.
We finally got to our hostel,which wasn't the fanciest, the prettiest, not the friendliest but anywhere to be able to rest was fine for us. There was no time for resting though; Ed was tired but I was eager to go walk the Rambla, Barcelona's most famous walk.
We left the market and continued to walk down La Rambla. It was getting dark so we decided to walk a little more to find a supermarket and get some dinner. The closest supermarket was in Spain's biggest department store: El Corte Ingles. We got some French bread to make avocado, crab meat and tomato sandwiches. And we got a bottle of sangria to celebrate our arrival. We were too tired to do anything else. And even though it was only 8:00pm, we couldn't wait to get in bed.
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