Apologies its been a while since I last wrote but I have been trying to catch up with the last few months of life. Here we go again... more travels....
Back in early October my Mum and I decided to make a side trip to Spain thanks to the el cheapo fares on offer with Vueling airlines (love you guys!). First stop as usual... Barcelona!
After finding my way through the airport for a 2nd time in 3 months it was back on the Aero bus and on our way to town. A couple of stops before we hopped off as per our accommodations instructions we found ourselves standing outside what looked like and old warehouse. To my regret at that moment I see that there is in fact a doorbell which reads “Barcelona Rooms” I'm kicking myself for booking a hostel thinking we were about to walk into a rat infested building.
We are greeted by a lovely Asian lady who is also fluent in Spanish (im jealous of this fact). She checks us in at a temporary table (no office) and up we go a few flight of stairs to our level. We are pleasantly surprised at the sight of a clean entrance, smiling faces and a surprisingly quiet and non “backpacker y” looking place. As I mentioned it's in a old warehouse looking building and the owner has taken one whole floor which looked like an apartment before (a typical huge Catalonian one) and sliced the rooms to private accommodation. We booked a private double with our own shower and toilet – I didn’t think mum really needed to share bathrooms at her age.
Our room was at the end of the hall way and so cute! Inside a double bed, flat screen TV, side tables, clothing rack, electronic safe, our own private balcony and the coolest jet hydro shower!!! Mum absolutely loved sitting out on the balcony which over-looked the neighbourhood – she felt like she was back home being able to spy on the neighbours – ha ha – but in this case we looked into everyone’s balcony within the neighbourhood block.
By the time we settled in it was late afternoon with only enough time to take mum for a walk to las Ramblas to find dinner. I was on a mission for paella and sangria – embarrisnly they bring us 1 litre pints full of sangria with these huge ass straws - mum posed well for a pic with this. Of course no visit to Barcelona in my opinion is complete without a trip to my fav. Gelato store with the guy who works in there comicly known as my boyfriend between my friend and I who became locals in there for a few weeks – hey it meant we got served faster! Ha ha
We only had a couple of days in Barca then and again at the end of our trip but mum agreed its beautiful. My favourite was definitely strolling down to the beach with mum, sitting on the board walk and resting our tired feet in the sand while we watched the world go by, ate more gelato and had a great mum and daughter DM about life. A special moment that I wont ever forget.
Next blog Barcelona Riots.....
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