My backpack eventually came into view on the luggage carosel - phew. Was a bit worried for a while there. I haven´t heard anything good about Heathrow so I was half expecting to hear that my bag had been transferred to Cuba.
Our hostel here is ok. It is a bit of a shock coming from the last joint. I am not sure what I was expecting as I have never bunked with strangers before. We have really come back down to earth with a thud. As yet I am to see any evidence of why this place has been continuously voted one of the top ten hostels world wide on hostel world. I think they have rigged the votes although it does have hot water.
Once we had freshened up we went for a walk to get our bearings. It turned out to be a hike! We got lost and couldn´t find La Rambla which is only 10 minutes from where we are staying. It is pretty hard to miss stretching for a few kilometres from Place de Catalunya (a big square) all the way to the harbor. A few thousand people walk up and down it day and night. I don´t think anyone here works. The population of Barcelona seems to be out strolling La Rambla, eating tappas or paella or drinking sangrita. There are street performers everywhere you look who will only move if you give them a euro. I quite like it when they are perfectly still. There are also pet shops on the promenade selling squirills, turtles and tiny hamsters that I swear were mice but the sign said otherwise. When we did eventually stumble on La Rambla it was 1.5 hours later and we were stuffed.
I think we walked approximately 10km around and around and around absorbing the vibrant atmosphere and amazing architecture. I found it very frustrating that there was minimal signage to tell you the history of things. I need a guide book. By the time we got back to the hostel we could barely walk we were so tired. Jon´s legs had swollen and turned red. I think he is getting old!
Our hostel here is ok. It is a bit of a shock coming from the last joint. I am not sure what I was expecting as I have never bunked with strangers before. We have really come back down to earth with a thud. As yet I am to see any evidence of why this place has been continuously voted one of the top ten hostels world wide on hostel world. I think they have rigged the votes although it does have hot water.
Once we had freshened up we went for a walk to get our bearings. It turned out to be a hike! We got lost and couldn´t find La Rambla which is only 10 minutes from where we are staying. It is pretty hard to miss stretching for a few kilometres from Place de Catalunya (a big square) all the way to the harbor. A few thousand people walk up and down it day and night. I don´t think anyone here works. The population of Barcelona seems to be out strolling La Rambla, eating tappas or paella or drinking sangrita. There are street performers everywhere you look who will only move if you give them a euro. I quite like it when they are perfectly still. There are also pet shops on the promenade selling squirills, turtles and tiny hamsters that I swear were mice but the sign said otherwise. When we did eventually stumble on La Rambla it was 1.5 hours later and we were stuffed.
I think we walked approximately 10km around and around and around absorbing the vibrant atmosphere and amazing architecture. I found it very frustrating that there was minimal signage to tell you the history of things. I need a guide book. By the time we got back to the hostel we could barely walk we were so tired. Jon´s legs had swollen and turned red. I think he is getting old!
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