He dropped us off at the Barcelona Sants train station. Sonny and Lindsey needed to get a locker for their luggage, and Ryan and I and his parents needed to buy our Train tickets for our Madrid and Toledo destinations.
In Italy we use the kiosks in the stations to buy our tickets. It was so much easier than having to wait in line and try to communicate with the teller. We needed tickets from Barcelona to Toledo. This is a smaller city, and you have to stop in Madrid, and change trains. The kiosk wouldn't let me pick Toledo as a destination, so I was out of luck.
Grudgingly I gave up, and got in line, like Ryan's parents did. After what seemed like forever (overemphasising obviously) it was our turn. And what a pain it was. We spoke zero Spanish. The lady spoke zero English. After a lot of pointing, and writing down dates and times. We had our tickets. Then she ran our credit card, and it didn't work. Finally 2 cards later, we had our tickets in hand.
We hailed a taxi because it was only a few Euro. We wanted to get to our hotel and get settled without all of our things before we figured out the public transportation. Our hotel was cool- very swanky. It was located in the L'Eixample area, near the main plaza, Placa de Catalunya. We stayed at Hotel Inglaterra.
We then wanted to eat. And we were hungry for greasy food. Luck was on our side when we spotted a McDonald's. And, we love going to McDonald's when we are in different places.
|Ryan had a Big Mac, I got McNuggets|
|With Patatas Deluxe. yum.|
|Thank you in Catalan|
We then walked back to Placa de Cataluyna.
|Bikes the locals use to get around|
To stay on theme with getting food we can get in America, but is cooler in Spain, we hit up Starbucks for the much raved Chocolate Creme Frappacino.
|Most of the restaurants had a second story|
|Where we bought Angela's mug|
|Chocolate Cream Frap|
|Ryan liked it|
|Spain's fountains had dirty water. nothing like KC|
|can't get out here.|
From there, we headed to Montjuic, which is where most of the 92 Olympics took place. It is on a large hill/small mountain. The first thing you see is long street, with fountains along the sides, a huge fountain at the end of the street, and then the Catalan Art Museum. We knew it was closed, and hadn't planned on going in, but the building was amazing. And HUGE.
|they had escalators everywhere. but outside. so weird.|
We stopped for an espresso, then headed further up the mountain. Our travel book suggested taking a bus to the top, then walk down. We hadn't read that part till we were home with sore feet. Oh well.
|ryan and the torch|
After taking pictures galore of old Olympic buildings, we wanted to find the castle. We knew it was up, but weren't quite sure how to get there. Long story short, we got lost, backtracked, then found our way. Mind you this was an uphill walk. No fun.
But the castle/fort was cool. It had cannons and a drawbridge. And they had food at the top. We grabbed a croissant to refuel.
|a spanish rock|
|ports on the sea|
|cannon full o cans|
|Sun setting on Barcelona|
Since we both wore flip-flops, and we walked up a mountain- our feet were done. Lucky for us, Barcelona had a gondola to take back down. score!
|took ryan about 3x to figure out how to use this machine.|
|sunset on the gondola|
Once down, we were hungry. But, we weren't quite in the mood for Spanish cuisine. Luck had it we stumbled upon a fantastic Italian restaurant right off the main street, La Rambla. After a delicious meal we went back to Montjuic to see the fountain show.
The fountain show entails the fountain actually being on (most of their fountains were off during the day) with lights and music. While slightly corny, it was fun to see, and a nice evening to be outside.
And, it wouldn't be complete without a video!
After the show, which was only about 20 minutes, we headed home. Tired as heck. Wishing more than anything that I could get a pedicure, I did the second best thing:
What else does one use the bidet for?