Last weekend, I returned to Barcelona for reasons that will be explained later. For now, here’s a timeline of the first two days.
Day 1 (Thursday):
10:05 p.m. Flight to Barcelona departs from Salamanca airport
Shout out to Iberia Airlines for your timely take off, free refreshments, ample leg room, friendly stewardesses and minimal carry-on restrictions…you really are a huge step up from Ryan Air and Easy Jet, and I appreciate you.
11:00 p.m. Arrive in Barcelona. Find a taxi. We can’t be bothered with the bus system. It’s late and we aren’t in the mood to get lost.
11:15 p.m. Ask taxi driver to take us to our hotel. He pulls out a weird piece of paper with streets all over it. Hey, the 90’s called. They want their map back. Where’s the GPS?!
11:40 p.m. Arrive at Hotel Dante. Thank you for booking this one, Polly’s dad. We appreciate you.
11:50 p.m. Skype Mom to inform her that I made it to Barcelona…ehhh to inform her that I was even going to Barcelona in the first place. Oops.
12:00 a.m. Let’s go out!
12:10 a.m. Get harassed by random Spanish men on the streets. No we will not kiss you, strange man. Does that actually work on people? Come on.
12:20 a.m. Find a nice English-speaking man who convinces us to go to his bar which was named “Obama”. There’s a live band. And old, highly intoxicated British men dancing to the band.
1:40 a.m. Two Spanish lawyers, Paco and Eric, approach us. We sit and chat with them until they try and get us to go to a club with them. We politely decline. It’s not that we didn’t like you guys, es que…..we don’t leave with strangers! Sorry.
2:30 a.m. Scream/sing “Sweet Home Alabama” with the rest of the bar for the band’s closing song.
3:00 a.m. Intoxicated British men from earlier begin chatting with us. They thought we were Spanish until they heard us speaking English because we are “dressed nice and very un-American looking.” Love it when that happens.
3:30 a.m. GOOD. NIGHT. An early night by Spanish standards.
Day 2 (Friday):
11:00 a.m. Wake up and get ready for the day.
11:45 a.m. First ever trip to Top Shop! Unfortunately, I’m still poor and can’t afford shopping trips. Devastating.
1:00 p.m. Eat a nice steak and potato lunch on the 9th floor of Corte Ingles. Gorgeous view of the entire city of Barcelona.
1:45 p.m. Candy break! We stop at Happy Pills, a candy store where you fill up medicine containers with candy. Includes cute and witty stickers to put on the container!
2:00 p.m. Walk down La Rambla for more “shopping”. Double and triple check my wallet…where’s the money tree when I need it?
2:45 p.m. Siesta. Because who doesn’t like to sleep in the middle of the day?
6:00 p.m. Flamenco show at Tablao de Carmen Amaya which includes a multiple course meal. I was actually full after this meal which is a feeling that I haven’t had since I left the U.S. Weird.
So what, exactly, is Flamenco?
Ask a Spaniard: A genre of music, song and dance from southern Spain (Andalusia) that is noted for its energetic styling.
Ask a Blakely: A cross between tap dancing, stepping and the cha cha. The dancers always look very serious. Some people are playing guitar, others are singing and sometimes there’s shouting.
Still don’t get it? No te preocupes. I’ll put up a Barcelona video later this week, and you can decide for yourselves.