So we were frantically trying to get this all sorted out, but had no choice but to get on the plane, after leaving the car with the other rental cars from other companies, keys thrown through the slightly-cracked-open window after locking it up. Smart thinking, Nathan.
When we arrived in Barcelona, we called the car rental place and were promptly told that since we rented the car from Malaga, the other key was also in Malaga and getting a new key cut would cost a whopping €200. Yikes. We were freaking out before getting on the train to go into the city.
Then "the lady" (I love that expression) called back (thank God for mobile phones, eh?) and told Nathan that she had attempted to get the key unsuccessfully until she, wait for it, found a stick and managed to get the key out of the slightly-cracked-open window. Um, wow. So that was that: car was returned, no extra charges, voila done.
I know...things just work out but come ON. A stick? Awesome!
Oh, and my backpack was too bulbous, so I had to pay a whopping (more whopping!) €37.50 to check my bag. Argh. To say the least, when we arrived in the Barcelona city centre, neither of us was really in the most lovely mood, despite the amazing feat of the car rental lady. We were tired: we were hungry.
I only had a few moments and a few extra bursts of energy to snap a few pictures...
...before we just HAD to stop at Bar Lobo for some outdoor dining. Since it was already noon (just, but that's hardly the point), we started with some wine (I had a spritzer!), humous...
...then I mowed down this tuna. Amazing.
Feeling much better and lighter thanks to the kindness of a hotel employee who agreed to let us leave our bags there even though we weren't guests (I love people), we were well on our way to exploring the city.
LOVE the Spanish apartments...
Arc de Triomf, Barcelona
Park Entrance
A man who I swear looked exactly like my father (I think it was the jeans that bore the resemblance, but Nathan said he saw it, too) was in this grove playing the saxophone, grooving with this base player and nearby drummer. It was pretty radical.
Yet another Spanish interpretation of Central Park. Loves.
Many an English-speaking person passed this mammoth and could not identify it. Shame we know so much about Lindsay Lohan but not enough about biology.
We knew what it was though, and we were not afraid to get up close and personal!
Action kid shot! Loves.
I loved this statue. I thought she was depleted, empty, sorrowful.
Nathan thought she'd just lost a basketball game.
Either way, culture and hilarity: the good life.
Desperate for food and in a bit of a rush to meet up with our Barcelona hosts, I batted my eyelashes and convinced the chef of this pizza place to serve us up a pie. Twas legendary.
From here, we zipped onto the train to Molins de Rei, where we met up with Enrique. His girlfriend was a student at the ESL training that Nathan just taught. She'd invited us both to stay with them (oh, I've told you this already) in their nearby town. Anyway, they were super nice, but I didn't have the chance to meet Leire, as we hit the sack before she was home from the airport. Tomorrow is a new day.
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