Day 3

Day three was our travel day. We took the train from Madrid to Barcelona. It was a four hour ride, and quite pleasant, actually. We listened to the 'I am Legend' audiobook (quite interesting), and watched the country go by. It's also highly possible that I fell asleep for a bit.




This is the only picture of both Trevor and I. We're not sure why it's the only one we took.



Once we checked into the hotel in Barcelona, we strolled down to the beach, which was only a few blocks away. Although it was windy, it was really lovely out there, and there was hardly anyone else out there with us. We found a little bar back towards our hotel that seemed close to closing for the afternoon siesta (also a gorgeous tradition we fully embraced). There were three patrons, and only a young woman who spoke any English at all. She understood that Trevor was a "vegetariano" and helped us get some tuna sandwiches. They were perfect, hit the spot, and we heartily thanked everyone when we left.



For dinner, Trevor and I went to a restaurant/bar called Ginger, that our guidebook told us was well known among the "ex-pat" crowd. And it sure was; there was a table of rather loud Brits near us and we giggled to each other as they talked about "Americans" and people with tattoos. Ha! But the food was very good and we ended up liking it a lot.




After dinner we wandered through the neighborhood and stumbled upon a three-piece band playing music in a church plaza for about a hundred or so people. Everyone was dancing around and having a fabulous time, and we actually joined in for one slow dance before we left.