Thursday 19 July 2012

No habla mucho espanol

We woke up for our last morning at Aix en Provence, said a very sad goodbye to Kirsty, May, Sarah, Chris and Johannes and departed for Spain.

We wouldn't have even known we were going over a country border except the French road authorities were desperate to extract one last "peage" out of us. That and all the Spanish speed limits were 10-20kph less on similar roads. Felt like I was going backwards having to do 120kph again.

Cadaques was our first port of call on the Costa Bravas. The drive is really amazing, there's this winding road that brings you over the ranges. Apparently Salvador Dali spent a lot of time there and he has a house there with an egg on it (but enough of history and geography I'm sure you can all wiki travel it if you're interested).

After checking into our hotel, we went and had some sangria by the water. After this we pushed on for some tapas at another place. The tapas here we've come to learn though can mean anything from "that barley touched the sides" to "could feed a family of 4". This place had the latter, which was little mussels and potato tortilla. We were happy to  have only ordered 2 plates.

View from the first bar in Spain, I think I'll like it here.

Local supermercat vino, bring your own jerry can.
It also had  little plastic cups so you could try before you buy

Also at the local supermercat, full jamon pig legs with the mould left on. So delicious.

The next day before heading off we tried to go to Mr Dali's egg house but were saddened to find you needed a reservation to get in. Anyway it wasn't all for naught they gave us a pamphlet and we were able to admire his artwork in that.

Back through the road with ridiculously majestic views but travelling at about 30kph because the roads are about as wide as Sydney's inner west, but with 50m drop offs and tour busses and concrete mixers coming at you in the opposite direction, we headed Barcelona via Girona.

Roadside view on the way to Cadaques

Girona was a nice city, had some great tapas for lunch and we even managed to get a new Spanish SIM card with datas. Those 3 Spanish lessons I did really paid off. Not. There should be some kind of international sign language for everything like getting the bill. Maybe I'd make sign language mandatory in schools if I was King of Earth.

Girona waterfront property
So we pushed onto Barcelona with our fresh datas and Google maps Navigation telling us in man and woman voices where to go. (Sometimes it gives directions half in man voice then half in womans. Also the woman's voice is still awful here while the man voice sounds like a pleasant English chap).

After dropping our bags off and parking in the cheapest car park miles from our hotel it gave us an opportunity to walk off some tapas. This was great because we went back through the Gothic quarter on our way to our hotel just off La Rumbla near the Opera Theatre. The Gothic quarter has some really fantastic old buildings and we were able to admire the church from a square while caining some tapas and Cava. FYI dear reader, Cava freakin rocks, its like blanc de blanc champagne but costs between 10-20 euro for a bottle when you're out.

A few cavas and impressively architectured buildings later we went to a square called placa reial at a bar called Colon. We had a drink there and watched the local buskers while we waited for Dan Smith to arrive. Heidi really liked watching these guys with their shirts off doing flips and standing on each others shoulders and heads, I had no idea she loved acrobatics so much. So much in fact that even though the guy was coming around at the end of the performance with a hat to all the tables, she was the first one up and dashed there to give him 2 of the euros.


After Dan arrived we buggered off because at that square they dont tell you how much drinks are until after youve sat down and ordered. They weren't too obscene but we didnt want to be slugged with a massive bill. We went to a bar called ginger near by and had some tapas there and a couple of cocktails. It was great. I think we went to a lot of other bars but my head hurt so much in the morning I can't remember their names.

1 comment:

  1. Very funny Ryan. I'm sure the brochure was just as good as seeing the real egg house. Who needs culture anyway when you have fine food and wine!

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