We arose relatively early this morning and headed down to the breakfast room where, for the grand sum of 36 euros each, we take sustenance. It’s easier than trying out a new cafe every morning–Sally is not the adventurous eater that I am.
As I write this, it’s about four in the afternoon. We started out on La Rambla–mainly a weekend market, we have discovered–and I bought some small art works I’d had my eye on–very Spanish themes–the Man of La Mancha, flaminco dancers, etc. They appear to be done with an enamel-type of paint–I will post one so you can see what I mean. I also purchased a lovely collage, directly from the artist.
Following lunch–McDonald’s for Sally, paella for me–we set out for the Palau de la Musica Catalana, built in 1908, and we were blown away by the beauty of the place. We took the tour, marveled over the stained glass and the mosaics and the accoustics. Truly an amazing structure, a shrine to music from all parts of the world.
Afterward, we hoofed it for a yarn shop Sally wanted to find–and we had zero luck in that department, even after we got into the cab. When we went to get out, back here at our hotel, I found myself stuck–my seatbelt wouldn’t release. The cab driver had to lean across me and work the thing loose–talk about awkward. Sally and I laughed and laughed–except for the fact that for the first few days we were in Barcelona, I kept asking people, in my boat-person Spanish, where I could take a bath, when what we really wanted was a rest room, this was the most humorous moment so far.
We’re having a great time.