Day 51 - Barcelona
With a temperature of 101 degrees and the strength of cooked spaghetti, I was not at my best in Spain. At best you could say I was alive, but the flu I contracted in Italy had progressed to full on death plague. At the same time, with only 15 hours in Spain, I couldn’t possibly stay on the boat. So, I grabbed a humongous bottle of water, my wallet and headed out for the day.
By the time I reached the port exit I was completely out of breath and (as an added bonus) drenched in sweat. It was then that I realized that I was not going to make it walking around the city to see the sites, so I decided to pay the 20 Euros for an all day pass on a sightseeing bus.
It was surprisingly fantastic. I do not recommend it if you are and able-bodied person, but for me, a narcoleptic tourist it was ideal. The bus was slower than snails, but it stopped at all the major attractions and ran pretty frequently. We would rive for a half hour, I would hop off, take a picture, then hop back on. Admittedly, they are some of the worst pictures I have ever taken, but all the same, I saw far more of Barcelona than I could have hoped for.
I wish I could remember more about the trip. I remember being surprised at how well they incorporated all of the Olympic facilities into the city. They flowed so naturally, and didn’t seem obtrusive or jam packed at all. Also, Spain, with all of its beautiful architecture and old-world cathedrals, really managed to bring modern elements in with classic features. I just wish I could have enjoyed them more.
By the time I reached the port exit I was completely out of breath and (as an added bonus) drenched in sweat. It was then that I realized that I was not going to make it walking around the city to see the sites, so I decided to pay the 20 Euros for an all day pass on a sightseeing bus.
It was surprisingly fantastic. I do not recommend it if you are and able-bodied person, but for me, a narcoleptic tourist it was ideal. The bus was slower than snails, but it stopped at all the major attractions and ran pretty frequently. We would rive for a half hour, I would hop off, take a picture, then hop back on. Admittedly, they are some of the worst pictures I have ever taken, but all the same, I saw far more of Barcelona than I could have hoped for.
I wish I could remember more about the trip. I remember being surprised at how well they incorporated all of the Olympic facilities into the city. They flowed so naturally, and didn’t seem obtrusive or jam packed at all. Also, Spain, with all of its beautiful architecture and old-world cathedrals, really managed to bring modern elements in with classic features. I just wish I could have enjoyed them more.
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