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I don't really have a lot to say about Barcelona, which is surprising, considering that it is a beautiful city. Because of time considerations, our experience of Barcelona was limited to a tour of the Gaudis. La Sagrada Familia was impressive from an architectural point of view, but somehow smaller than we'd expected, and they still haven't finished it. Maybe they don't actually want to finish it, because they're worried that people will look at it and say, "Hmm, it's not as big as it looks in the photos."
Personally, I preferred the Guelles Park, which is Gaudi at his most whimsical.
Perhaps one reason I didn't appreciate Barcelona to the full was that my mind was on other things, notably planning how to get home to Turkey before our rail passes ran out. We were, after all, talking about getting from one end of Europe to the other. Air travel may seem to have shrunk the globe, but stay on land (or sea) and you remember that the world is very, very big. Europe may be small compared to the Crab Nebula, but travelling across it still isn't like popping out for a curry.
We worked out that we could take a train from Barcelona in the morning, change at Marseilles and be in Verona by nightfall. Unfortunately, it was nearing nightfall by the time we reached Marseilles, and there were No More Trains. We sat outside the station in another McCafe and chatted to a McEmployee from Madagascar, who told us at length how much he didn't like France. Night fell. Our Madagascan friend advised us to go inside the station, as it wasn't safe outside. "Lot of crazy Arabs," he said, ominously. The station was already locked, but after we waved our tickets at the security guards, they let us in. The scene was like a zombie movie, with surviving humans huddled on the floor behind the barricades. What was worse, it was a zombie movie with no toilets. As soon as one of us got up and wandered around, the security guards would rush over to make sure we hadn't turned into zombies. "No toilet! Will open 5 a.m.!"
Eventually dawn broke, the zombies retreated and although the toilet remained obstinately closed, a train arrived, which provided the same function. We headed for Nice, where we swam, sunbathed and admired the statuary. It was like night and day. Probably because it was night and day.
Personally, I preferred the Guelles Park, which is Gaudi at his most whimsical.
Perhaps one reason I didn't appreciate Barcelona to the full was that my mind was on other things, notably planning how to get home to Turkey before our rail passes ran out. We were, after all, talking about getting from one end of Europe to the other. Air travel may seem to have shrunk the globe, but stay on land (or sea) and you remember that the world is very, very big. Europe may be small compared to the Crab Nebula, but travelling across it still isn't like popping out for a curry.
We worked out that we could take a train from Barcelona in the morning, change at Marseilles and be in Verona by nightfall. Unfortunately, it was nearing nightfall by the time we reached Marseilles, and there were No More Trains. We sat outside the station in another McCafe and chatted to a McEmployee from Madagascar, who told us at length how much he didn't like France. Night fell. Our Madagascan friend advised us to go inside the station, as it wasn't safe outside. "Lot of crazy Arabs," he said, ominously. The station was already locked, but after we waved our tickets at the security guards, they let us in. The scene was like a zombie movie, with surviving humans huddled on the floor behind the barricades. What was worse, it was a zombie movie with no toilets. As soon as one of us got up and wandered around, the security guards would rush over to make sure we hadn't turned into zombies. "No toilet! Will open 5 a.m.!"
Eventually dawn broke, the zombies retreated and although the toilet remained obstinately closed, a train arrived, which provided the same function. We headed for Nice, where we swam, sunbathed and admired the statuary. It was like night and day. Probably because it was night and day.
