A cold beer at Plaza Catalunya after my adventures at the Ingles department store (big building in distance). This time of day, perhaps 5pm, the plaza was craaaazy busy, people, bikes, mopeds, motorcycles, cars, trucks, busses, everywhere... great people watching!
The department store adventures included getting a cell phone (hmm... all the menus are in Spanish, I bought the cheapest one I could get (with a sim card, so I can use it in the next country as well), but it appears to have a camera in it, cool, if only I could figure out the Spanish menus...
And, my expedition to get a plug adapter that actually fits my laptop's 3-prong plug. I thought I was so smart, buying a European plug device before I left Canada, never thought to actually see if the North American end would fit into it... My male and female were incompatible;-) So, here I was, with a dying laptop battery, work to do on my laptop which has a special application on it, and no juice. Was laughing at myself, thinking where on earth would I find such a thing here, but a kind fellow I met in the bar the night before told me where to go, and he was right. Solved, for under 5E and me shouting "Yes" in the hardware department as the smart people working there solved it for me.
My other adventure worth noting is that I had hotel reservation screwups upon arrival that let me test out my travel adaptability from the get-go. This was the only accomodation reservation I'd made through a travel agent (she'd booked my flights and insurance, so I thought, what the heck, and she'd found me a very nice place at a reasonable price). Only problem with the Hotel Regina in Barcelona, which I'd paid for, was actually booked at similarly named hotel in another Spanish city. So, I arrive, tired from my trip, and, no reservation. Rolled with the punches, paid for a single night (they were booked the next night), went out and had dinner in a cute little bar and some gelato, then crashed for a few hours. When I awoke, I emailed my travel agent - who was mortified (said she is chasing the hotel wholesaler for a full refund) and offered to find me something for the next 3 nights. While I went out and had a glass of wine and read a love story from the only English book in Hotel Regina's lounge, she worked, and I came back to a message from her. She was going to book me into a 4 star hotel for the next 3 nights (on the house), so off to sleep I went. Awoke in the morning to an apolgetic fax, that after trying 20 hotels she had to settle for a 3 star, which is just fine. I moved and all is well. Might only have ended up spending 125E for the 4 nights in the end, but we'll see.
All this was manageable because I'd treated myself to a taxi from the Barcelona airport, so I wasn't overly cranky when I arrived. Good thing. And that decision was made because after repacking my backpack after being forced to check it for the flight (too heavy), I managed to split the zipper (on day 1!)... managed to fix it, I thought, but to be safe, decided to take a taxi.
The bag is still holding together, thought it's decidedly lighter, after I ended up throwing a bunch of stuff away already, to lighten my load. I feel like a classic story for the unexperienced single-bag traveller... I'd heard most people end up tossing 25% early on. Well, me too! Tossed 3 shirts (now truly down to 4), a travel towel, a laptop bag, a small Paris travel book, some socks, the adorable spork and spoon, old spare glasses (I have prescription sunglasses, and a prescription), an extra lock, 1 of the money belts (one that was like a real belt with a looong zipper inside, but it was too tight and too hot), laundry detergent, and other stuff. It helped. Tho I think I'll probably purge more...
One shopping observation: everything is so cute here: a single boccincini in a little sealed pouch, gazpaccio soup in juice box, scotch tape the size of my thumb, sleek teensy bright coloured razors... tiny and cute is a theme I am going to enjoy here.
OK, so those are highlights so far... I am LOVING the relaxed pace of having a month in a city, as all I have really done for the last few days is rest, wander, eat, relax and acclimatize, I'll have plenty of time for the sights later.
Yesterday I moved to my home for the next 4 weeks (more details here), and I'm delighted. My host, Mabel, greeted me with a hug, cold water and ice cold beer. Mickey the cat is a little quiet but I hear he's a talker so I'm sure we'll get more acquainted soon.... The terrace is wonderful, altho HOT during the day. Really enjoyed it last evening, but today will try to find some kind of battery operated light that will allow me to sit out there and read at night. Also started my day there, listening to the quiet as the neighborhood woke up. For awhile it was just me and the starlings, then things came to life. Spanish ladies on their balconies talking across the street to each other, much hanging and taking down of laundry, day to day stuff.
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