As my friend Mark suggested a little while back, I am going to start a series of write-ups on my trip to Europe. Really it’s an excuse to share a bunch of my pictures, more than anything.
Though our flight wasn’t until the late evening, Jennifer, my sister and I decided that we needed to rise early and prepare – with a McDonald’s breakfast. We rolled through the drive-thru in our pajamas about 15 minutes before the end of breakfast, and ordered various pancakes and McMuffins.
It was glorious.
After a frenzied afternoon of last minute packing, we headed to the airport (as last minute as possible, of course) and got ready for our long flight. We left St. John’s late in the evening, and landed for our flight change in the early morning London fog.
In no time, a couple of us were on another flight, and on our way to Barcelona. The flight was short and though I would have loved to catch up on some sleep, I am so glad I did not miss flying into Spain.
After the flight in, it was a long and sleepy wait at the airport for the next round of family members (since the 17 of us were on 4 different flights). After an hour and a half or so, we found the next group and all got ready to head to the hotel. Customer service told us it was easy to get to our hotel. One bus ride to a train, train to a subway, and then a block of walking.
As simple as that sentence sounds, it took us three hours to get to our hotel. In this time we had to change subway locations multiple times, which included dragging our luggage up/down multiple flights of stairs that had 30 or more stairs. All in the midday heat of Barcelona. It was tough, but we were troopers. None so much as my 80 year old grandparents though.
|Pictured: two badass senior citizens.|
I can’t say the walk was all bad, because we did get to enjoy how gorgeous Barcelona is.
|As seen on pinterest|
We got to the Holiday Inn just in time for my cousin to throw up from heat stroke and everyone to pass out and sleep for hours.
When the rest of my family flew in in the evening, my uncle met them at the airport. They decided to cab back.
The next day, we actually got to enjoy being in Barcelona. When we woke up, we found something that didn’t quite fit with our gorgeous hotel room.
|I guess they didn’t want to pay for the extra material.|
Most of my pictures are of the architecture, which I fell in love with. Balconies everywhere! We just walked the streets for a while, and stopped to enjoy a drink at one of the outdoor cafes. They were lined off all across the streets.
We found some really weird looking buildings…
but mostly just enjoyed how gorgeous everything is.
One of the biggest things we went to see was the Barcelona Cathedral. It was so big that I couldn’t get a good front-on shot with my poor, barely surviving, point-and-shoot.
|Here it is! …kind of. …and Jennifer.|
Inside was beautiful, but what really got me was the view from the top. You can get in an elevator and walk on the roof of the church, where you get a breathtaking view of Barcelona.
There were also geese in the cloisters there. I loved that.
After the church, we went on the hunt for food. We found the most beautiful fresh food market.
Due to popular vote, we ate at Burger King. I wish I was joking.
Our dinner was much more enjoyable. We went to a pizza place just down the street from our hotel called Mascalzone, where the pizza was delicious, and so were the guys making it. There were several suggestive comments at the “young people” end of the table that night. I may or may not have taken part.
The pizza I ordered all but blew my mind. It had mortadella, greens, pistachios and ricotta cheese. This is what they gave me:
|Nan, the slyest of all us flirty ladies.|
It was a chocolate pizza with a big 60 on it. Once again, beyond delicious.
Full of tasty pizza and cheap wine, I sauntered around the streets of Barcelona a bit more with my family, drunker than I would have liked my nan to see, but still happy as a clam. We passed a midnight rollerblading club, and decided that was the cue to go to bed. After all, the next day we were moving on again. It was boarding day on the Ruby Princess.
I hope you enjoyed my first Europe write-up. Coming soon: boarding the Ruby Princess, and Monte Carlo!