The plan was the bus to Den Haag Central, train to Schipol airport, fly to Barcelona, and train to the hotel. The first part went pretty well, but then again, we know that system cold. We left with plenty of excess time, just in case, and used all of it; this vacation happened to coincide with the Holland’s fall break. By the time we reached the Barcelona airport, filed a claim for the broken luggage, and found our way to the train station, 6 hours had passed. Nevertheless we persevered…
The Barcelona airport is located just 30km from the downtown area, so we thought taking the train would be a snap. It wasn’t. To start, we had to catch a bus to the train station – not a good sign. It was crowded so not everyone could sit. When we reached the station we learned it is designed similar to Paris – no consideration for the handicapped; in other words, lots and lots of stairs. It literally seemed like we went up twice for every time we went down.
After two hours of sweating our way through the system, we found our way to the hotel. Much to our appreciation, the hotel exceeded all expectations.
For this trip, we had the good fortune to travel with a close group of friends. Our friends also have a young child, so both families were well matched. As you probably know, traveling with people can be good or bad; and, you don’t really know until you get into it. For this trip, the odds were actually stacked against us; we generally pack too much education and touring into our vacations and they like the relaxed, no schedule, no pressure, “if you don’t see it, don’t worry about it” method. Lucky for us, this trip ended up being a “perfect blend of education and relaxation” – not our words.
We arrived at our hotel around 4pm and decided to meet up again at 7pm to head to dinner. It is very normal for Spanish dinners to start around 9pm and last for hours. I guess the afternoon siesta gives everyone a little more energy at night.
The hotel was nice – probably the first Euro-hotel that seemed like a US hotel. It was very new, modernly decorated with wooden floors. The wooden floors turned out to be a real treat for Jacob because it gave Mom and Dad the confidence that it wasn’t overly skeezy.
We met at 7pm and headed off toward downtown Barcelona. The walk was only 15 minutes from our hotel and it was good weather.
When you first get to a new town you have to spend a little time getting your bearings. Unless you have a very well-traveled compadre, finding restaurants, directions, and “things to do” can be difficult. The worst is finding a good restaurant – we learned our lesson the hard way in Paris and struck out with every meal with my Dad and Kay.
I think upfront research can be helpful, but it isn’t a guarantee. We didn’t have a Spain expert nor did we do any research. We just relied on instincts and luck.
The first night we struck gold. The downtown area was like a picture from a tourist book: narrow cobblestone streets, laundry hanging from the windows, and plenty of small boutique stores. We maneuvered ourselves toward the “old-centre”, just west of the La Rambla, and found a really neat restaurant named Origins.
Most restaurants in Spain (or at least in Barcelona) is a Tapas restaurant. Tapas is a family-style of eating. Instead of ordering one meal per person, you order a bunch of smaller “meals” and then share with the table. It’s kind of like ordering a lot of appetizers. As you might expect, I tended to over estimate my ability to consume the food and always ordered too much; let’s just call that one a character flaw.
It was the best meal of our trip.
We finished eating at midnight (Jacob slept through the whole meal) and made our way back to the hotel. It was a great end to a very, very long day.
The next morning we decided to just do some exploring. We met at 9am and started off with a little Spanish breakfast at a nearby café. A normal breakfast generally consists of a pastry (or two or three) and a coffee (or water or hot chocolate).
We didn’t have an agenda, so really we just wandered around. We walked past the Arc de Triumph (Barcelona’s version of the famous one in Paris). We also found a nice park just south of the Arc. The park was nice because it had a little kid’s park and a zoo. Jacob clearly liked the swings and the zoo.
What was particularly interesting about this port, however, was the statue dedicated to Christopher Columbus. While this wasn’t the port that Columbus sailed from (that is located in Palos, Spain), he is still the most notable Spanish explorer. The statue points towards the Americas.
One aspect of Barcelona that was exceptionally striking was the architecture. Most cities we’ve seen carried the typical European mystique, but Barcelona was different. It had really exceptional buildings all throughout the city. They weren’t bigger or newer or cleaner, just uniquely special. I don’t know if it is the Gaudi exposure or a deeper, richer history of building art that has influenced Barcelona. But, no one can argue it is something special.
The La Rambla was nice, but honestly, I didn’t see the allure. It was wide, filled with restaurants, and very busy, but it lacked the small, old-town feel. The high-end shopping was probably good (we didn’t really check it out), however, there weren’t any small “only-Barcelona” shops.
After La Rambla, we headed off toward the cathedral. On the way we found a Starbucks and an Ice Cream shop. It was a nice detour.
We planned to visit Montserat the next day: a monastery in the mountains of Catalonia. This place was highly recommended by several people, so we made it a day trip and off we went.
We traveled by public transportation (you would think we would learn) and it took about 2hrs longer to get there than we expected. The last leg was most capably traveled by gondola.
The black Virgin Mary was originally thought to be colored black because of the Moorish roots in Spain; however, subsequent non-intrusive forensic testing indicated it was actually lead paint that turned black over time. People routinely line up to see / touch the statue of the Lady.
It was a moving experience. We just sat in the cathedral for a while and soaked it up.
We made it home by 7pm and headed off for a quick dinner (this one was only 2.5 hrs long) and then went back to hotel to hit the sack early.
The next morning we woke up a late and engaged in our final day of vacation. Like the first day, we just planned on wandering around, but instead of going south toward the sea, we went north toward La Segrada Familia.
The church isn’t finished yet; however he left very detailed plans on precisely how to construct the building. The artisans currently completing the work are doing so without any government funding (i.e. donations only) and using only the tools available to him. This is a painstaking process and remarkably similar to the Crazy Horse Monument in South Dakota.
The church is like none other. It is almost like a cartoon. The ceiling is made to look like trees, exterior walls are decorated with numerous Christian dioramas (i.e. using cubism techniques), and the key structural pillars resemble candles.
We didn’t push it on the last full day; instead we just took it easy walking through the town. We ended up having lunch/dinner on the beach.
By the way, on the way back to the airport we took a cab. It cost 30 Euros (10 Euros more than the train / bus route from before) and got us there in 20 minutes (about 2hours quicker than before). Guess which way we will be traveling next time…