Yesterday I caught an 8pm flight to Barcelona. I have never been to Spain and impulsively booked a quick trip...7 days, 3 cities...no driving. I will take the train between the 3.
The flight was 60 minutes! It was delayed for 90 minutes, but I made it.
I flew EasyJet and every time I do, I thank myself for getting the express card. It lets you board before everyone else and they leave you alone about carry on.
For the uninitiated , Easy jet is very strict about carry on. It's stressful when you have to carry on a laptop and camera equipment. It's still somewhat stressful.
Anyway, I arrived in Barcelona at about 11pm. It was HOT and humid. It is on the sea, but there wasn't a breeze. I grabbed a taxi and flew into the city...It was a Sunday night and all the restaurants were open. The cab driver looked like a Spanish Gerry Garcia. All of the widows were open in the taxi, the music was Bob Dylan.
The cab driver pulled up in front of a large train terminal, points up and says, "There is the hotel"...what? Walk through the terminal and follow the signs...so I did.
Keep in mind that I am already fearful of being robbed in Barcelona and here I am pulling luggage through a big train station at 11 pm.
But, I found the way. The hotel is very nice, but the theme is a little odd. It's supposed to be like space.
Launch Pads and plastic bubbles with information about some odd fixed coordinates that you are supposed to ponder( see above the bed mine is " Landing on 10 percent/ position 8' 25' 23' S 115' 14' 55'E) If someone can figure it out, let me know.
Good Sleeping here with great black out screen.
The other shot is sunrise from my room on the 7th floor. The sea is just to the right.
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