Not the best of times to even think about travel but it doesn’t mean we can’t reflect and enjoy. Seems strange now but a year ago today I was gallivanting around Spain without a concern for hand-sanitizer and had never even heard of “social distancing”--maybe some kinda long-distance runners' club along the lines of the Hash House Harriers? We all know better now…nauseatingly so. Pardon me while I remove my safety mask to puke.
On that note, take a little trip to better times with me if you have a spare moment…(and I know you do)
"10 Spring Days in Spain by Train…(with plenty of rain)"
Barcelona, barely go to know ya…on Day 1.
Traveler trip#1: On international flights, be wary of in-country commuter transfer flights. I had originally planned on flying into Madrid but for whatever mysterious airline rate algorithm it was cheaper to fly into Barcelona through Madrid. The layover caused unnecessary stress both on arrival and departure with baggage and passport checks. Can’t really complain as my flight was $370 RT…and, yes, I checked it multiple times leading up to the trip to be sure it included a return flight. Though not really caring either way 😉
The rooftop bar at the Expo Hotel offers an extensive view of the city, or I should say, one section of it--the Montjuic neighborhood. I wasn't quite sure what I was looking at or what I should be looking for even but that moment when you can finally take a breath and absorb the foreign-ness of the surroundings and somehow try to wrap yourself in a tortilla of its essence. You want to be in the moment and once you realize you're having a moment you want to exist in it and not think details or think at all until...of course, once you're conscious of the moment it's gone. Or something like that. Regardless, it was a breathtaking introduction to the city:
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The DAMM Negra cerveza was much appreciated as I wandered the rooftop giving meaning all my own in each direction. From my door in Santa Cruz to hotel check-in it was 21 hours of real-time travel. Closed my front door at 1:30pm PT which in Spain is 10:30pm on Monday and I checked into the hotel at 7:30pm on Tuesday:
Leg 1 - drive to the long-term parking at the Embassy Suites in South SF
Leg 2 - shuttle to the airport and already reminded of how nice it is to travel when you're calm and patient. A couple came running to the shuttle bus, which was empty except for me; but the woman was waving cash to the driver to wait which got scattered in the wind. Once it was recovered, they spent even more time apologizing for the delay before the man realized he didn't have his cellphone and we hadn't even made it out of the hotel parking lot.
Leg 3 - SFO > MAD (passport control check)
Leg 4 - MAD > BCN
Leg 5 - BCN Metro > Collblanc Estancia
Leg 6 - up and down endless flights of escalators, seriously confusing like how how many levels is this underground train station? eventually: Collblanc > Santa Estacio
Leg 7 - walked out to the streets of the city prepared to decipher which direction I needed to go towards the hotel and BAM! there it was a block away with a visible sign--love it when that happens! The only time on the entire trip.
And, no I did not rent out the bar. A few other patrons wandered in and out for drinks but it wasn't "going of the hook" or "chain" or whatever the kids say these days which was totally fine with me as I had a 7am train outta of town. I know, I know...and I just got here and was loving every breath I took but there was much to enjoy and I would be back at the end of the trip for a couple of nights in the thick of the city's Gothic Quarter.
The restaurant in the hotel was highly recommended and as you can tell from the above, I'd had enough movement for one day. An elevator ride is about all I had in me anyway. As the case with most of my meals on the trip, it did not disappoint. It was a fixed price menu where you choose a starter, entree and dessert for 18.00 euros VAT included. Yes, please!
It might be the last meal on the trip where there isn't a photo of my exact meal and it was such a great culinary start to the trip. It began with the fideua which was something I've never had (or heard of) before so I'll let the good people at wikipedia explain:
Fideuà (dialectal pronunciation of the Valencian word fideuada "large amount of noodles") is a seafood dish originally from the coast of Valencia that is similar to paella, and even more so to arròs a banda, but with noodles instead of rice. Its main ingredients are pasta noodles, fish (rockfish, monkfish, cuttlefish, squid), and shellfish (Squilla mantis, shrimp, crayfish). It is seasoned mainly with lemon.
And looked a lot like this:
Ummm, this is the starter? It went great with a glass of Baigorri Crianza and I reviewed a few of the pix I took on my walk around the neighborhood which included a visit to one of my predetermined sites, Parc de Joan Miro; and a random fountain which was a nice reminder of my trip to Italy complete with Neptune statue (see the Trentino post in the Italy section; yes, shameless cross-marketing).
The rest of my meal consisted of Hake loin with smoked aubergine and gorgonzola (an amazing whitefish dish that I tried in different forms throughout the trip) and a chocolate coulant for dessert, whatever that is. It's good and not surprisingly goes nicely with the aforementioned wine.
I might not have made it to the happening parts of the city that first night but I did get back to my room and its decorative reminder that there was more on the horizon!