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Published: November 11th 2008
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Wow, two countries in two weeks... should probably get used to that huh? Well after using my spare time during the previous week to scheme and plan a reasonably priced, excitement filled trip within a trip, I found it was going to be harder than I thought to squeeze every ounce of quality out of my dollar...pound...euro.....thing...Everytime I found a good price on hotels or hostels they turned out to be quite a distance from the downtown and interesting areas of Barcelona. So my bravery set in and having already booked me plane ticket(whoa did a newcastle accent just come out of me? "booked ME plane ticket?" uh oh) anyways! So early morning, we set off towards London Gatwick airport. The details I forgot to mention is that me and Matt were extremely hungover from the previous night of drinking and shaking our booty. Matt seemed extremely chipper in the morning though, no signs of wear and tear about him. I however recorded a monologue of hell on earth proportions with my camera in the back seat of the car. Oh but how the mighty have fallen! As soon as my uncle had left us to go on our way through
the terminal, Matt changed from chipper to wood chipper. He began to not feel so hot, where as after a quick sandwich and drink I was dancing along with Michael Jackson's "Don't stop till you get enough" in front of the many airport passengers! Yet, my prestige was not to last, as I realized that in the confusion of gathering my things at home....I had....oh god this is bad....I had grabbed one of my Aunt and Uncle's House phones from the kitchen and put it in my pocket...and yes that same phone stayed there until well through security at the airport. I don't think my eyes have ever gotten wider as i reached into my pockets to empty them for the security officer and out comes a landline phone...haha, not my finest moment, although uncle got a laugh out of it when I phoned to explain why their kitchen phone was missing. And so this phone would be yet another passenger on our flight. We made it through Security and onto the plane. And so began my easyjet experience. Not terrible, if you enjoy being treated like a 400lbs. cattle. I'm surprised they didn't have tasers to scare us back
into formation as we boarded the plane (of which there is no designated seats so its every person for themselves). The flight was fine, fairly short only about two hours, yet Matt continued to feel sicker and upon arrival in Barcelona almost became sick during the landing procedures, which the lead flight attendant was none too impressed with. But we made it in one piece and all was well. Besides the fact we had nowhere to sleep yet and were both in desperate need of a siesta. After a few hotel inquiries and hostel inquiries we found the "perfect" place. Perfect enough that we were willing to try two of our four nights there at least. Besides an incident with the deadliest of cockroachs, who still lives to this day yet to mee the bottom of my shoe! It waited for me in the dark of the apartment, scheming a way to make me scream like a girl. I entered the room, it made its move...okay i did scream but immediately followed the scream up with a hurricane of stomping attempts, all of which failed and to this day that cockroach awaits in a dark room, to scurry behind me
again. But next time...it's personal... After sleeping away the terror of my encounter, we set out on the town. Throughout the week we enjoyed a boat tour, which traveled along the coast line and main harbor of Barcelona, and a bus tour which gave us a general idea of where the historic buildings and sights were located. We also manufactured our own walking tour of sorts, following the curiosity of anything we saw. We toured the Gaudi Cathedral, which was breathtakingly immense and complex. Scouted every inch of the main strip known as "La Rambla" watching the street performers and enjoying a coffee/ people watching from an outdoor cafe table. Visited a main fruits and vegetables market, although our bartering skills were very poor because my Spanish included "No Se Mucho Espanol" which means I don't know much Spanish...and Matt well, he went around saying "scuzzi" which is excuse me in ITALIAN. Not many Spanish people respond to Italian. In fact none do. We walked almost the whole of the city I would say, or very close to it. Our last day was spent mostly on the beach, under a very warm sun which was present for the entire trip
The landline
The landline phone from auntie and uncles house seen here on my bunk bed in Barcelona minus some sparse clouds every now and then. An amazing place to take a siesta which I can't believe I hadn't tried sleeping there before, so comfortable! With a safe amount of time before our check-in at the airport we arrived, boarded our plane and were headed back from our vacation within a vacation with a nice new view from the other side of the world.
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