Selma and her Hostel
We experienced our first hiccup, and it was mother natures fault. When we took a high speed train from Paris headed towards Barcelona. Ms. Nature decided to flood a bridge so all passengers had to get off at Perpignan, France. We then all waited outside the train station as they sent 5 charter buses. Thinking they were going to take us to the next train station they actually drove us the rest of the way. 2 1/2 hours later we arrived in Barcelona.
We have this habit of not having a planned place to sleep, and since we ditched our camping gear we are relying on cafes with wifi to try and find a place to stay. But first, we tried the walk in approach and everyone turned us away. We gave up that route and decided to find the good ole wifi. Which was a lot harder here than Ireland, and France. Right when I wanted to give up, I turned around and found a glorious wifi logo on the window of the cafe. Life sometimes just works out. Thats pretty much been the moral of our trip so far, no time to worry it will all work out.
We ate some weird pizza thing called a Coque, it was gross. Drank Estrella, also gross. We used hostelworld.com to search a place and saw that there are a ton. Even the ones that turned us away said they have availability. We found a lot that would have been a normal run of the mill hostel but we chose the cheapest option and the location as absolutely perfect. We received an e-mail with instructions on how to find it and their house rules. They don't have a sign above their bright yellow door with graffiti all over it so it seemed a little sketchy. But we went with it. We were told to call when outside of the hostel at the door, or use their wifi to email them. Instead I knocked on the door for a long time. Finally someone opens the door and we meet Selma. Selma is from India and her whole family lives in the hostel as well.
That's when we realized the name of the hostel, My Home In Barcelona, was literal. They had 4 rooms available as well as their living space. They have only been open for a couple months but the experience was irreplaceable. She gave us two keys, one for the front door, and one for our room, The rooms were colorful and the furnishings looked brand new. She offered us the larger room for one night because it had a jacuzzi tub. Yes we used it. The room also had a balcony so we could feel like a local and hang outside and watch people. They let us use their laundry machine (for 5€) and we hung our clothes in our room to dry and truly felt the Barcelona experience. After we realized we totally scored on this hostel find we decided to mosey around.
We grabbed some cervesa at a nearby cafe with seating outside and watched the nightlife begin. We stayed in a much quieter neighborhood than downtown Barcelona, so the activity was light but not scary. Did some shopping and I finally found my digital watch that I had been searching for. Its a casio, its gold, and its perfect! Why digital? Because I don't have time to read analog and military time is just easier when digital. Also it has an alarm, a stop watch, and that feature that beeps every hour. I love that last feature.
I got to use my Spanish skills which was fun and I now want to pursue that language much more. I helped an old lady find the bathroom and I even gave her .50 cents to use the bathroom (yes, the charge you at the train station) I was so stoked that I was able to communicate with her.
The next day we had planned on taking the city bus tour, I know thats so lame of us to do but we had one day to see Barcelona and this place is massive so it only made sense. From here on out we do plan on skipping the major cities and finding the small towns near them. Cities smell, they are crowded and thats the exact opposite of what we want to see and do. The bus was fun, we had hop on and off privileges and got see the city from a birds eye view. Massive, doesn't even begin to describe how big it is. Once we finished our tour we decided to bar hop back to our hostel. We ran into Selma, our hostel owner, and chatted for a bit while the cafe brought out beers. He also brought out snacks every time we ordered. It was awesome. The beer got cheaper and cheaper the more we were in smaller neighborhoods. All in all Barcelona is rich with history and culture but far too big for me. We are off to Nice, France.
Europeans stare at me a lot. Can't be certain why. I also got asked for help by three different people. I have no idea what they said or wanted and that mystery will haunt me forever.