|Quiet morning street|
The outdoor tables weren't all set up yet, and most of the restaurants had delivery trucks parked outside. We ended up at an indoor table at a restaurant we'd eaten at on the first night. Most of the waiters were still eating breakfast in a huddle around a back table, but they were cheerful enough as they brought our coffees.
I'm not used to feeling like an early riser at 9:30 a.m. I could get a complex.
|Beach hotel - love the wave shape.|
Which meant the beach and the Picasso museum. In that order, if I had my way.
It had been threatening rain, so I grabbed my umbrella on the way out, hoping that by carrying it, and inconveniencing myself, I would prevent the rain. It seemed to work, because by the time we'd eaten and walked down La Rambla to the port, the sky had brightened, and by the time we got to the actual beach, it looked like it had never even been cloudy.
|Who wouldn't want to wet their feet in that?|
The temps were in the high 50s, not exactly beach weather, but after months being trapped indoors in too many layers, with Carhartt woolly socks on my feet, all I wanted to do was feel sand between my toes and the chilly Mediterranean lapping at my ankles.
I hadn't realized when I started looking into Barcelona that the beaches were man-made. How does one make a beach, anyway? And if it can be done, why doesn't every coastal place have a beach this beautiful? And while we're asking impossible questions, why can't every ocean be turquoise? Is it too much to ask that the Atlantic, practically on my doorstep, stop being gray/brown and turn aqua overnight?
|Beach art - Rebecca Horn|
The Wounded Shooting Star / The Cubes
The Picasso Museum. Not a huge Picasso fan, myself, but Mario is, and I did find this museum interesting as it has so much of his student work, when he was a ridiculously talented, precocious child who painted better than a lot of trained adults.
It wasn't until later that he started painting like the Picasso we all know, and as he aged, he just kept growing and changing. I don't remember where I heard it, but he was supposed to have said that as a child, he painted like an old man; when he was an old man, he painted like a child.
|Beach art - Juan Munoz|
A Place Where it Always Rains
Matter of fact, just put it on a beach for everyone to enjoy.
After Picasso, we had lunch -- at the restaurant we'd lost and found on the first day -- and another long walk through the city. After a brief nap, we packed, went out and found our last tapas and wine, gelato and espresso, and came back to sleep.
Barcelona - New York - Philadelphia
Day 6 was really just traveling, so it will fit in here. We had to leave the apartment by 6:45 a.m. to make sure we got the Aerobus on time, and to the airport in time for check in. If 9:30 a.m. was early, 6:45 a.m. was still nighttime. There was no coffee to be had until we reached the airport. It's amazing how easily you can face lines (minimal), security (quick and friendly) and your fellow passengers (almost non-existent at that hour) when you know there is coffee on the other end of it.
|What the water felt like after|
the long, long winter
Flights home were good, though not as swift, obviously, as the flight over. I do wish those tail winds would considerately change direction and push us home. Despite how sleep-deprived I'd felt all week, I wasn't tired on the plane and Delta had a great selection of movies, so back-to-back I watched The Book Thief, August: Osage County and Gravity. Great, too much, and better than expected. Then, delving deeper, I happened on a documentary about Diana Vreeland, and I was happily watching that when I realized we were landing in NYC.
Sounds like the vacation was too brief.
Did you know that the sand at Waikiki comes from my local beach? To make a beach, just dump sand--lots and lots of it. Sourcing sand is problematic as so many places are having trouble holding onto their sand, they haven't any to spare.
Malibu's erosion repair plan was to dredge sand from Manhattan Beach to shore up their beach. That didn't fly when MB found out about it. ;-)
I have loved reading about your holiday in Barcelona. It's been years since I've been and yet your photos put me right there and I remember it all. Thanks for sharing.
Thank you Karen, I have enjoyed these holiday post so much, I only got to stay there for three days and we were limited as to what we could see.
Great stuff, I'm glad you went!
Thank you so much for the postings about your trip to Barcelona. I have thoroughly enjoyed each of them and your photography. Really appreciate the time and effort you put into them.
Looks like a great time was had.
Thank you so much for your postings on your trip to Barcelona. I really enjoyed it.
Wow, I feel I know Barcelona so much better now. And all that food - how do you do it? :)Sounds like you had the best time.
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