In an attempt to squeeze every last bit of experience out of our last day or so, we got up real early and flew back to Barcelona, checked into our room, and had a delightful breakfast of mussels steamed in coconut milk and ginger, and a couple of glasses of wine.
. . .where I learned that even if you live on a winding cobblestone street that’s eight feet wide, you can still order stuff from Amazon.
And on that same street, I was less surprised that there was a speed limit sign than I was that anyone actually has the nerve to drive a motorized vehicle on this.
A little tip here – this is a small pedestrian crosswalk on a one-lane, one-way road that alternates which way the traffic goes via a stoplight. We saw a driver today try to beat that red light, but as soon as the light turned red this solid metal column sprang up from below the road and destroyed the front end of his car. So, if you’re driving in Barcelona, it’s probably best to stop on the yellow.
But on a more positive note, it’s a weekend so there must be a festival. Tonight it was the Sardine Festival in the Barceloneta neighborhood. What does that mean? I have no idea, but we did enjoy the block parties. The first band was a live karaoke band. The second was a jazz/swing band on the beach – we sat in the sand and watched the ocean accompanied by several hundred people participating in the party. The third band was just on one neighborhood street. I think we may have been the only people there who didn’t live on that block.
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