Sunday, April 18, 2010

Day one.

Driving Driving Driving. We woke up early and drove from Provence to Barcelona, which we reveled in saying properly (like a very very gay man... say it with me "barth-a-loena")
It was a lovley drive along the Mediterranean sea, however, people here have been saying it's a "short drive"... it is a 4 hour drive if you don't stop... we stopped twice and it took us five...
We stopped once for a picnic and once at Empuriabrava... a dropzone we have read about many many many time. It is a kick-ass dropzone. We do not have our gear yet, but we will be back there. Tell Stinky that that there is NO AGE REQUIREMENTS FOR JUMPING TANDAM HERE!!! We saw an 8 year old kid jump!
We continued on to find our Hotel, which was fairly easy... except... we couldn't drive to our hotel... there were no car roads that accessed it. Awesome. So, Mike got as close as we could to it, I ran out and asked about parking.
She practically laughed at me. She said I'd have to go and find a lot. Thanks for the help, honey.
So, I went out, and we drove around looking for the best price at one of the public lots we found... the first one was 50 euro a day... that's almost 70 dollars!
We found one very close to the hotel that I haggled down to 20 euro a day.
Our Hotel was right next to the Arch De Triumph. :-)
As soon as we checked in, we raced across the city to make it in time to the "Magic fountain"... which was pretty cool and easy to check off the list of stuff to see in Barcelona.
After the fancy fountain show, which was set to music, we walked at a more leisurely pace back to the hotel... along the way, we stopped for beer, tapas and bocadillos. Yum.
We went back to the hotel and deposited my camera, as I didn't bring any little easy cameras.. only the big huge "I'm a tourist, rob me SLR camera.
The Plan for the evening was El Born, which is the gaslamp quarter of Barcelona. It was interesting, and at 3am, we were still on the street drinking beer, and people watching. I also have a fantastic story that you'll have to ask me about. It's my favorite Barcelona story.
It's 4am... I'm going to bed now.

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