aggienaut | 20 of 30 - Spain Trip Pt 8

emosnail, we spent the weekend in Zaragoza and had some zany adventures, and then got on a bus back to Barcelona.

Day 16 - Monday, May 25th - Arriving in Barcelona, we WERE going to go frolick on the beach, since we hadn't gotten around to that yet, but it's just our luck that it's the one day it is cloudy in Barcelona. So (after checking in and dropping our stuff off at our hostel) we walk the beach boardwalk and drink sangria at bars just off the edge of the beach. Then we wander around town and do some bar hopping.
   We then get on a subway to go downtown, and even though I'm close behind her the subway door closes on my foot. Unlike NYC subway doors which bounce back if interrupted, these subways apparently don't do that, and it wasn't easily relinquishing my foot either. I started to become alarmed and just managed to yank my foot out before the subway started to move away.
   We hadn't discussed which of the several downtown stations we were going to yet, and neither of us had cell phones that worked in Spain, so this was looking to be a bit of a dilemma.
   I caught the next train 5 min later, kept an eye out for her at all the stations in between and got off at the main downtown station. She wasn't on the platform, I wandered through the labyrinthine station and out onto the street, looked around, didn't see her. Looked around a bit but then concluded there was nothing more I could do, so I took the subway to back to the hostel in case she'd proceeded there ... she wasn't there.
   About five minutes later she did indeed show up. Apparently she had decided to wait for me on the stairs leading up to the street, but had forgotten there were several entrances up to the street and had evidently waited at one other than the one I came out of. So we decide to go down to a nearby square where there were some nice bars.
   Sitting outside at the bar (which is what we almost always did, being as it was always nice out), on either side of us there seemed to be people on dates. To my left this guy seems grossly lovestruck with the girl he's with. They're speaking Spanish but Kerri informs me she was telling a totally boring story about her grandmother, but the guy was gazing at her like she was saying the most fascinating thing he had EVER heard. Ridiculous.
   And to my right there was an American girl with a Spanish guy. She was speaking haltingly in terrible Spanish (so I'm told), and he was leaning back in his chair looking like a smug asshole who knows he's gonna get laid just because this girl wants some Spanish loving.
   Around midnight we call it a night.

Day 17 - Tuesday, May 26th - The next morning I head out to go see some last few museums.
   I go to the Museum of Archeology, but by the time I'm done there it's about 1 -- not enough time to warrant a visit to the neighbouring National Museum of Catalonian Art, so I wander around the beautiful gardens and terraces around it, and then its time to make our way to the airport.
   We catch our plane without incident and are off.

   ...Kerri has work the next day, but I still have most of a week left in New York before my flight home.