People often talk about how they would like to travel south for the winter and escape to a hot paradise, but don’t forget to appreciate your surroundings – especially if snow is involved.
I live in Ontario, Canada and we get a bit of each season around here. I think that getting to experience each weather change is really special, don’t you?
The first snowfall of the season happened on Sunday and it made me so happy. The white flakes fell in a hyperdrive-like fashion as I was driving to visit my mom with Summit, listening to Christmas songs on a few alternating radio stations, and it finally felt like the holidays were close by.
Sometime in the last few years I started thinking about how certain places around the world are always hot or others only ever see snow, but we get both. We get spring, summer, fall, and winter which is really amazing.
I absolutely admit that a complaint or two comes out of my mouth like anyone else when I start to get sick of the heat and humidity or the extreme cold temperatures, but by that time I start to get excited about the next season. I have definitely been without a vehicle in the past, walking in the spring showers, sweaty summers, and windy winter flurries (fall is my favourite and I like to imagine it as close to perfect). The point is that I am lucky enough to be able to appreciate the beauty of the changing weather conditions while having a warm house to come home to and I’m truly grateful for that.
Let’s talk about how amazing snow is.
Think about people who see it for the first time or how fun it is to watch a puppy playing in a snowy backyard. There is an innocent joy to experiencing the phenomena of snow and I think that we get a little piece of that each year when the first snowfall comes around.
The snow also reminds me of my youth, playing hockey, going skating, and laughing while decorating the Christmas tree with my family. I smile as I recall a shaggy looking black labradoodle covered in white flakes, smiling back at me and further enhancing my love for her. It also reminds me of my husband who loves the snow.
If you take a few minutes to think about your own personal positive memories that are surrounded by snow you might not dread it as much this year (until you see your driveway that needs shoveling).
The snow has started melting already, but I look forward to it coming back! I am excited about making new memories this year as a newly married couple with our new fur-baby Summit. The falling snow, like the green buds on the trees in the spring, help measure the time that we spend together. Years from now the snow will continue to trigger happy memories that feature sheets of white and some cute doggy footprints.
Let me know some of your favourite snowy memories!
This coming Thursday I will be writing a pop culture post that is connected to appreciating a good snowfall and I’ll leave you with this quote as a hint as to what it will be about:
“Wait, close your eyes and breathe. I smell snow.”
This is the ninth entry in a series of posts featuring our Barcelona Honeymoon Adventure!
Our last full day in Barcelona was a quiet one. We spent time in the apartment all morning and went out for lunch. Chris and I went to Placa de Reial and realized that we hadn’t gone down one of the attached side streets, which was odd since we had been down all the others.
This took us in a new direction and we found a really nice restaurant called La Castanya. The owners seemed passionate and the food was presented beautifully. Portions were smaller, but the quality of the food made such a big impact that it really did make up for quantity. We loved our lunch and decided it would be our fancy meal of the day instead of our dinner and that we’d get sandwiches from Conesa’s and watch Game of Thrones for the night.
After lunch we wandered the streets looking for the store that I’d bought a purse at on the third day so that I could get the name, but we were unsuccessful. We had officially been in Barcelona for over a week and had walked down small streets in our neighbourhood so many times that you’d think the store would be easy for us to find – but it wasn’t.
There are so many side streets there, the places look familiar and we were definitely able to say that we had been to many of the streets before. The issue is that a lot of the streets look very similar in style: they wind beautifully; tower above us with balconies, window railings, clotheslines, and shingled rooftops; they are littered with graffitied doors next to elegant entryways; and many connect to open squares surrounded by eateries. Each street has its own beauty, but they do get a bit confusing when you are actually looking for something you “stumbled upon” just one week earlier.
We had small servings of gelato, wandered a bit more and went to our apartment. I read Pride and Prejudice while Chris napped. We then had the quiet night that we had planned for consisting of sandwiches and Game of Thrones. Not only was I excited to get home to Canada, but my friend Caitlin Currie had sent me a selection of sneak peak photos from our wedding that I loved. I slept a total of three hours that night.
(Barcelona) Thursday August 25, 2016 – Day 9:
We woke at 6:45am and got ready faster than Chris had thought we would. We waited until 8:00am to descend the steep four fight staircase one last time and got a cab on Las Ramblas. Our cab driver was a really nice guy, he told us how popular Arcade Fire (an amazing Canadian band) is in Barcelona and that tickets were sold out when he tried to get them the last time they were here.
Although the flight was longer because of the time difference, it went by the slightest bit faster than it did on the way there. I slept for a half hour, but aside from that Chris and I watched Weekend at Bernie’s, The ‘F’ Word (released as What If in most countries), we read, we played chess, and we eventually arrived in Toronto. We were home.
After hours of customs lines and a long cab ride… we were home.
This is the eighth entry in a series of posts featuring our Barcelona Honeymoon Adventure!
I woke up feeling hopeful and excited that today going to the Picasso Museum would become a reality, but was still unsure of how big of a line there might be on a regular day. We arrived 15 minutes before the place opened and there were only eight other people ahead of us – this was extremely pleasing! By the 9:00am opening time, there were approximately 50 people in line behind us.
The building was beautiful inside, very rustic and castle-like with modern windows and doors built into existing structures. First, we walked through the temporary exhibition which consisted of nearly 100 different Picasso ink prints, mostly dating from the late 1950s and onward. It would have been better if the temporary collection was to be seen last for Chris’ sake, I told him that once he saw what Picasso was capable of he’d respect his more simplistic cubism a little more.
The museum’s main collection is laid out chronologically with small bits of biological information told on the walls going room from room. Chris and I enjoyed reading each bio-blurb that added to Picasso’ life story. These facts definitely added to the viewing experience as we were able to then look for influences in his style within the paintings. Picasso’s artistic capabilities at age 14 were incredible, it makes sense that he got bored of controlled line and colour work and explored freer forms. As a much less accomplished artist myself, I admire his ability to stray from the ordinary and contradict normalcy.
The recommended viewing order of the collection flows as follows: first the rooms take you through stages by location of where he was living at the time, how geography and culture affected his style; then of course through his blue and rose periods; back to Barcelona; and lastly by differing subjects, muses, and series’. It was a really wonderful length and size of gallery that allowed us to see everything displayed without getting bored or tired. I was, however, disappointed not to see Guernica in person, but learned that it is actually housed in the Museo Reina Sofia in Madrid, Spain.
Chris and I left feeling very content and discussed Picasso’s different visual interpretations of vaginas, penis’, bums, and boobs. Chris and I are both adults with strong childish sides, so there was definitely some pointing of fingers and smiles when we looked at Picasso’s print work that resembles a cartoon-esque style of exaggerated nudes. We walked back to our apartment and had a nap.
This was the point in our trip where we had seen everything that we had planned on seeing and didn’t want to spend much more money. We loved loved loved Barcelona, but it was at this moment that we both admitted we were looking forward to returning home to Canada. Living ‘authentically,’ and by that I mean in a small fourth floor apartment with a somewhat shared space and no air conditioning, is seen as charming for a trip like ours, but our home in Canada is what we love more. We look forward to returning to suburbia, we miss our dog Daq most of all, but we also miss the smell of the air, our friends and family, our personal items that we spend our leisure time with.
After our nap we had a bit of normalcy, I lounged in bed re-reading Pride and Prejudice for hours while Chris browsed the computer and watched a documentary.
We had plans to go to Messie Pizza again for dinner. We took the metro and walked the several blocks only to discover with a laugh that it was closed! A sign on the door said that they’d be closed until September 2, likely gone on holiday. Hungry and thirsty, we stopped at a convenience store to get water and a snack while we looked for another place. Many restaurants seemed to be closed and the ones we inquired about could not guarantee gluten free.
We took the metro back to our temporary neighbourhood and got McDonalds, brought it to the apartment, and binge watched Game of Thrones. I was perfectly content with how the night ended as it felt a bit like home, somewhere we would return to in a couple days.
This is the seventh entry in a series of posts featuring our Barcelona Honeymoon Adventure!
We woke up a little earlier than usual, but still slept in compared to our normal routine in Canada. I had been awake for an hour or so earlier in the morning after having nightmares about Daq’s health, I felt a bit better when I saw that my mom had posted cheery pictures of her and Daq at a dog park from the previous day.
We took the subway to Glorias and walked the very short distance to a massive flea market called Encants Vells or Mercat de Bellcaire. It’s a great place to outfit your apartment or get fabric for making your own clothes as a local. As English speaking Canadians, the market vendors very obviously tried to charge us high prices. I also found that the items that would be able to fit into our suitcase were either mass produced or a collection of overpriced vintage knick knacks.
I would like to emphasize the power of walking away at the first price. It is very common to be overcharged at these places even if they don’t think you’re a tourist and if you ask for a price, say no thank you, and start walking away – the price will drop almost every time.
After walking around, we took the subway to Arc de Triomf. Chris claims that the French version is much larger, but this being my first Arc, I thought it quite tall and quite beautiful. I suggest going to this area if you love parks. Around the Arc is a long stretch of plaza lined with palm trees and benches. We ate our lunch here in the shade. We saw a nearby park and decided to take a walk, some museums are in there as well, but didn’t seem to be open on a Monday. We realized we were closer to our apartment than we thought and walked the rest of the way, finding some interesting shops to look as we went.
We relaxed and drank wine at the apartment. We dressed fancy for a dinner date at a place that we’d heard of called Tapeo, but when Chris looked up their location we discovered that neither of us had checked to see if it was open, and apparently they are closed Mondays.
This leads me to a helpful hint for Barcelona travelers: constantly research where you’re going. We learnt that many stores, restaurants, and most museums are closed on Mondays here. We didn’t want to change and decided to wander our neighbourhood to look for an intimate restaurant.
There are a large number of restaurants in Barcelona, but most weren’t as fancy or romantic as what we had wanted for our date night. We finally stopped at a less than authentic, yet upscale eatery attached to a posh boutique hotel. The restaurant was called Le Bouchon, it was decorated nicely, had delicious tapas, and moderately higher price tags, but we didn’t stay too long as most things were not guaranteed to be free of cross-contaminated gluten.
With some food in our stomachs we continued to wander in hopes that we would find another romantic tapas place that was also, as Chris said and I agreed, “not too big and not too full of people.” We gave up, with many places being closed on Mondays, we retreated to a random casual tapas bar, much too overdressed and tired. We ate a bit more and headed back to the apartment as we needed to wake up for 7:00am to get in line for Picasso!
This is the sixth entry in a series of posts featuring our Barcelona Honeymoon Adventure!
We woke up late today not feeling 100%, but still planning on having tons of fun in Barcelona. The fun night we had was definitely worth it, but we were paying for it now (haha).
We got ready and walked to a café that we’d read about online. Chris, being a major coffee buff, was dying to try the place out. It was a quick walk from where we were staying and was very cool inside (not temperature wise, they didn’t have air conditioning). The place is called Satan’s Coffee. Our barista had a very awesome anatomical heart tattoo on her right forearm that had splashes of colour, she was also very nice. Chris enjoyed his coffee, I enjoyed two bottles of water, and then we were off.
We walked to the subway, took two quick rail lines (green and red), and walked a little more than a block to get to a brunch place that we’d researched that provided gluten free options called Copasetic. The service wasn’t amazing, but the décor and the taste was to die for. I had a Benedict, Chris had fried eggs, beans, and veggies – both tasted incredible and we were very full when we finished.
Our plan was to head back to the apartment and go to the Picasso Museum. Every Sunday after 3:00pm this museum is free which is why we waited until today to go. I was so excited! We walked the 15-20 minute walk from our apartment and then we saw the line.
It was a line to conquer all other lines that have come before it. We immediately knew we didn’t want to stand in it, but walked along the way to see just how long it went on for – it was insane. The line was longer than any that I’ve ever seen at Wonderland, but about as equal to lines to get into Toronto’s FanExpo. It would have been at least a three hour wait so we decided to go another day and that the entrance fee would be worth a shorter wait. The museum is closed Mondays, but back open on Tuesday so we designated this to be our new Picasso day.
When we got back to the apartment I was annoyed at myself for just how disappointed I was. I researched into other local museums and had hoped that we could visit the National Art Museum (Museu Nacional d’Art de Catalunya)– it has the most gorgeous entrance and a rooftop viewpoint on top of all the beautiful pieces of art inside. BUT the nearest metro stop was a 22-minute walk from the building which seemed a little ridiculous. We were going to make Picasso happen, I just had to wait a little longer.
My bad mood needed a reset, I was hungover and disappointed which made me extremely grumpy. I did not want to be this way on our honeymoon so we had a nap (we’re big nappers).
When we woke up, I was feeling a lot better and we decided that today would be a much needed rest day. We planned to get fast food for dinner and watch “Game of Thrones” (GOT), Chris had been catching up and then we were to watch the latest season together. We walked to McDonalds at 7pm and got our food to go. We laid out our spread and set up an episode of GOT on the laptop. I thought to myself “This is awesome, what an amazing honeymoon” with zero sarcasm.
We had another –entirely different – perfect evening, this time being a lot more realistic and homey. We hung out in a very hot apartment eating fast food, and watching a binge worthy show. We researched for a gluten free gelato place nearby and walked to it. The place was calledGelaaati De Marcoand was a 5-minute walk from us.
The sun had gone down, there was a breeze blowing through the streets and we held hands as we casually strolled through Barceonla. I got one scoop of banana and another of dulce de lece, it was insanely delicious. Chris got banana, peach, and caramel, he loved his too. We sat in a square, sharing a one seater bench and admiring the dogs who passed by. Again, I thought to myself “perfect, this is perfect.”
When we finished the gelato we weren’t ready to head back quite yet so we took a longer walk through the streets and although we discovered some new ones, it was comforting to realize that I recognized the area more (I’m better than Chris for knowing where to go even though he won’t admit it).
We climbed the four flights of stairs for the fourth time that day and were completely content with ourselves. I took a shower, washed my face and we watched a comedy. “The Eric Andre Show” is one of Chris’ favourites that I used to strongly dislike, but now I somehow fully admit to loving, even when he grosses me out. We then found a John Mulaney (my favourite standup comedian) audio on Youtube and listened to it as we fell asleep.
Possibly for the first time ever, I fell asleep before Chris. It was a beautiful day.
This is the fifth entry in a series of posts featuring our Barcelona Honeymoon Adventure!
We woke up early to start our train trek to Girona and rode the metro to Barcelona Sants railway station. We spoke with at least three different miserable employees who didn’t seem to care very much about helping us. We lucked into finding our train despite the lack of assistance we had been given with our mildly confusing train tickets.
Our train was similar to those of Via Rail (Canadian) except that this train traveled a lot faster. Spain has a high-speed rail line, Alta Velocidad Española (AVE), which is run by RENFE – it made what was once an hour and a half train ride into merely 38 minutes. On the way to Girona, our train was shiny and new, but very hot inside. We took pictures of the train for our friend Ian who loves them.
Girona’s train station was gorgeous and obviously renovated within the last ten years. It was a lot less busy than the Barcelona station and the staff were much friendlier. Chris and I didn’t know where we were going, nor did we have a map of the city, but we assumed that the station must be moderately central and it turned out that the city had very helpful directional signs.
We walked into the city-centre and came across a set of old outdoor steps. We climbed them, and walked a few kilometers along what are known as “The Walls of Girona.” This upper path revealed a view of endless beauty in surreal cityscapes, but the walk itself looked as if it would never end. Chris and I went back down a set of stairs after some time and were still unable to see where it trailed off.
My post-walk online research indicated that the history of the walls varies between websites. One site curator claimed that the walls were built “between the 11th and 15th century,” while another claimed that they were an “extension of the Roman walls during the medieval ages” and that they are remain as some “of the longest Carolingian walls in Europe (9th century).”
The picturesque rooftops with mountainous backdrops were incredible – I highly recommend pushing yourself to walk along the walls so that you can see the combination of old and new architecture that exists in breathtaking Girona.
The centre of town contained many community squares and a multitude of expensive boutiques, but we excitedly happened upon a small vintage store amidst a collection of tourist shops. This unique establishment sold vintage books, antique knick knacks, and hilariously irrelevant postcards from the 1950s to today. The shop was called Portal Del Colleccionista and was run by a woman and her toddler – perfect store-keeps for the charming boutique.
For lunch, we searched for a supermarket and bought water, prosciutto, swiss cheese, a peach, and an apple. It was just right for us! We ate under a tree in a nearby square next to a statue of books. We then wandered the city streets and crossed many of Girona’s bridges, but the most beautiful and most famous bridge that we crossed was the Eifel Bridge, built by the Gustave Eifel before he built the Eifel Tower!
Our day trip to Girona was a success and definitely worth the visit, but it was exhausting – some of the most walking we’d done on the trip so far. We headed back to Barcelona earlier than planned, wrote our postcards at the Girona train station while we waited for our train, and tried not to fall asleep as we zipped back across the country by train to the big city.
The intimidating stairwell to our apartment seemed even more challenging after Girona. Chris labeled the daily activity of climbing four flights of stairs as our “Thigh Thruster, Butt Buster, Calf Crusher.” We then drank some wine and listened to music in our apartment.
Spain’s time difference compared to Canada’s forced us to choose between enjoying our cultural environment or waking up in the middle of the night to watch the CBC live coverage of The Tragically Hip concert in Kingston, Ontario. We joked about how horrible it was that we were on our ‘stupid’ honeymoon in ‘stupid’ Spain instead of at home watching the Hip – heavy on the sarcasm here as we were completely aware of how lucky we were and found out Chris’ parents had PVR’d the concert on their TV so that we could watch it at a later date.
We went out for dinner to a Gluten Free Pizza place that we had read about called Messie Sin Gluten. Pizza is my favourite food and the restaurant did not disappoint! They had 26 kinds of gluten free beer for Chris and every pizza was gluten free so cross contamination wasn’t an issue. If you don’t suffer from Celiac disease,Messie also has another location that uses regular dough.
We were having a lovely time and were ready for an impromptu adventure. The street festival extended to Messie’s neighbourhood and we wanted to see the festival nightlife in action. While Chris and I wandered around the Gracia area we found a feminist street festival that also housed vendors of the revolutionary cause to liberate Catalonia from Spain. Fittingly (activism-wise) a Spanish punk band was sound checking on the stage which struck our curiosity.
Fun fact about my Christopher: he is a pilot who is an excellent photographer, drummer, and he loves punk music. He proposed to me in his favourite Clash t-shirt that has holes in both armpits (I’m trying to convince him to let me make it into a pillow).
The band didn’t start the actual show for another half hour so we wandered through an awesome space street and also found a craft beer shop called The Beer-Ket! We drank bourbon and danced to Los Tronchos with a crowd of friendly Spanish punks.
On our way to the metro, we glided along in marital/bourbon bliss and met a wonderful New Zealander to whom we gushed about our admiration of his country – telling him it is at the top of our travel list. He laughed at us for being so in love with his home country as he was always getting away from it in his travels.
Before going into the apartment we went into one last bar near our place called Nevermind. It was a 90s grunge themed bar, yet they tended to play a wider range of 90s music than that. We each had a drink, enjoyed each other’s company, the music videos, the graffitied/stickered walls, and then went back home to bed.
This was our party night, we are not very wild partiers, but we had a great time!
Chris took a lot of really great photos in Girona, here are more of them:
This is the fourth entry in a series of posts featuring our Barcelona Honeymoon Adventure!
Chris and I ended up sleeping in again today on our new later schedule. We decided that today was going to be a bit more relaxing since we are planning on doing a day trip to Girona tomorrow. I’m definitely the kind of person who appreciates a rest day.
We got ready and took the metro to the beach. We figured that we needed to be able to say that we went to the beach at least once on our trip and I got to go in the Mediterranean Sea which is a big deal for me! It was a very sunny day so we only tanned for a half hour or so before packing it in. We had read that the further down the beach you go the less touristy it becomes, but the area was still very packed. We got off the metro yellow line at the Ciutadella Villa Olympica stop and walked south-east to the shore line, I’d suggest trying to go even further down to see if it’s more isolated.
What I love about the beach in Barcelona is how many older women feel comfortable going topless and how many older men feel secure enough to wear Speedos. I had considered going topless for the experience, but the self-conscious Canadian in me held me back. Besides topless ladies and Speedo-‘covered’ men, I’d like to comment on the ratio of gorgeous women to men. There were so many beautiful young women in extremely sexy bikinis at the beach we went to, but only a handful of young men. I’ve seen you in the city guys, why do you not go to the beach? Heterosexual men and lesbians of Barcelona, go to the beach, your odds of meeting attractive women multiplies there by approximately 100x.
Chris and I aren’t big beach people, but we took a selfie with an oblivious sweet old man in the background (he was sweet because his significant other rested on the towel that they had brought and he stood by her side the whole time, without a towel of his own – he may have been enjoying the views I mentioned earlier though). This photo may actually be my favourite of the trip because of his oblivious photo-bombing. We got a little colour on our skin without getting burnt and headed back to the metro. We picked up some apples, prosciutto, and Havarti cheese slices at the store and had a super affordable lunch in the apartment. We drank some wine with it, had showers and tried to figure out our next plans on the laptop.
Before getting on the metro we went to McDonalds because they actually do some gluten free options in Barcelona! Chris had been missing the odd gross burger (I’m not a fan) and I got a much needed ice cream cone so it all worked out. We decided to check out some shopping as we like to believe that we are thrifty people who know when to tell each other to “treat yo’ self.” THE shopping area in Barcelona turned out to be full of expensive designer stores that we wouldn’t want to spend excessive money on – it’s “treat yo’ self,” not “go broke for one pair of jeans.” I did however find a small shop tucked away on a side street called Melocoton that had excellent clothes and even better prices! We quickly realized that this was not the shopping district for us and returned to the apartment for the second time (MORE STAIRS).
We wanted to find a gluten-free restaurant nearby so that we didn’t take the metro for the millionth time in one day. It was a fantastic idea. We found a sandwich place called Conesa, it was about a half hour wait in line, but the prices were amazing and so was the food. We ate our sandwiches on the steps of an old parliament building and took in the sights of the streets.
I cannot emphasize enough how amazing it is that there are so many small side streets that each have more beauty and history than most of the architecture that I’ve seen in North America in my whole life. Architecture alone –graffiti and all – makes Barcelona easily the most romantic place that I’ve ever been in. We stumbled across a store with good prices and cute purses so I got a new one to replace my Varage Sale find that is looking a little rough.
As we continued walking I was able to pet a handful of dogs, trying out the new phrase that I insisted on learning from the internet “puedo acairciar a tu perro” (can I pet your dog). We found a closed in square where we sat on the steps of a historic building and listened to live acoustic flamenco music being performed by a man on the patio of a restaurant. On our walk back to the apartment we also got to hear an older man singing a beautiful opera solo in the streets.
We finally got back to the apartment and climbed the four flights of stairs for the third time in one day that had left me exhausted and ready for our early night before our journey to Girona tomorrow. Chris and I say with our feet up, sipping glasses of wine, and resting – wining while unwinding.
Rest day = not many photos, but the Girona day trip makes up for that!
This is the third entry in a series of posts featuring our Barcelona Honeymoon Adventure!
Life in general seemed to start later in Barcelona: people ate later, partied later, and the stores often opened later.
Chris and I took our time sleeping in and getting ready, we left the apartment around 11:00am. We hopped on the metro and switched lines to get to our first stop of the day. Chris and I wanted to be able to say that we at least saw the outside of the famous Guadi’s Sagrada Familia in person, but didn’t want to spend too much time there. I have always thought that this cathedral’s architectural style resembled that of an ant hill, but it’s more like a termite mound to be exact (See the photo of Chris standing next to one in Australia below). Fittingly, the surrounding area was covered in busy ant-like tourists filing in, out, and around the cathedral in groups. After we took our photographic proof of being there we quickly decided to explore the streets nearby to get away from the crowds.
Chris remembered that our apartment host Marc had mentioned that a street festival was happening near where we wound up. We took the metro, switched lines once again and made our way to Chris’ general idea of where Marc had previously pointed to on the map. After 15-20 minutes of walking in one direction, Chris realized that it was actually about that same distance in the opposite direction of the metro station! Chris also being my incredibly handsome ever-pregnant wife when it comes to peeing, needed to find a bathroom and we were interested in finding some coffee. As we headed down the same street that we had just walked up, we found a beautiful café with dark interior and an owner who didn’t speak any English. The café was called Aloe, Chris had an espresso, peed to his hearts content, and the owner kindly offered to take a photo of us in his shop.
We continued down the street and were delighted to have found the festival. At first I thought that it was an entire festival dedicated to Jules Verne, which would have been cool on it’s own, but it turned out to be even better. Different streets had collected materials to upcycle all year long for the theme of their choosing. The first one we entered was Jules Verne themed, but others included: under the sea, Game of Thrones, roller disco, California dreams, feminism, and they also had a ton of stages where we presumed live music was showcased at night. Chris bought a gluten free beer and I got some Sangria as we walked the streets and explored some local stores.
I bought a shirt of a Bull Terrier tattooing spots onto a Dalmatian that I was very pleased with (see below).
As we wandered the streets, we saw a little storefront called Aeroteca. Floor to ceiling, the shop was filled with plane-related knickknacks, hobby sets, décor items, educational materials, and more. The two guys in the shop were big plane enthusiasts (clearly) who had a multitude of plane simulators for people to train with. I loved that they treated Chris like a bit of a celebrity for flying a DC-3 plane from WWII (the company he works for does mineral exploration and has fitted a large machine in the back that engineers run to measure levels in the ground below). Chris and the storekeepers talked plane jargon for a good 15 minutes and they gave us a detailed tour of their place, it was adorable so I made them take a picture together.
After searching for a gluten-free restaurant for a while, we found a little Italian place with excellent food called Piras Braseria. On the metro home I got to pet a little Beagle/Jack Russell Terrier who was behaving so well on the train! We had walked quite a bit that morning and made our way up the four flights of stairs to have a much needed hour nap.
Chris and I decided to eat dinner later to immerse ourselves culturally so we left the apartment for 8:00pm and had drinks on a very cool terrace with views of the whole city – it was called Hotel Barcelo Raval: Terraza 360. It was very modern and swanky with small hot tubs on two sides of the circular patio and those large standing binoculars that you always see in movies about travelling to New York that allow people to take a closer look at the cityscape. This is definitely one of the best places to take in the rooftop views.We saw a cathedral at the top of a hill that was lit up with what looked like a purple spotlight. Storm clouds surrounded the cathedral and contributed greatly to the distant building looking like a villainous castle from a Disney cartoon. Apparently the cathedral is called Tibadabo.
We found the BEST place to eat tapas (my concluded opinion after our whole trip) near Hotel Barcelo Raval called Palosanto. It was wonderful because they had sketchbooks and crayons at the tables for patrons to draw in and they will sometimes put the drawings on the wall. I’m hoping that mine will go up so that I can say that I have art in a restaurant in Barcelona – not sure how I would ever find out though, someone let me know if you visit and see this drawing! The food was insanely good, Chris and I each had two glasses of wine and were feeling a delightful buzz.
We walked back toward our place, but were feeling great so we stopped at another small bar and had patio bourbons. I met three more dogs personally on the way home (a bonus in my books), one who was adorably spoiled and eating at the table with her owner!
So far, we love that there are so many small streets that lead us to constantly discover new squares and romantic places no matter how well we think that we know the neighbourhood. We researched and planned our next two days when we got back. I then laid in bed and thought about what a truly fantastic day it had been.
This is the second in a series of posts featuring our Barcelona Honeymoon Adventure!
Post-airport line ups and a quick Americano for Chris, we got in a cab.
Even driving on the highway was beautiful in Barcelona, but the civil engineering/highway design still reminded me of those in Canada. Certain details exceeded Canadian highways in beauty like the planted flowering shrubberies in the Barcelona medians, the gorgeous hillsides and colourful rocky cliffs. At one point we passed what almost looked like a historic village, but was really the largest and most attractive hillside cemetery that I have ever seen. We had the driver drop us off near a square or “plaza” called Placa de Reial (See photos in bottom collection) near our apartment.
We walked down a side street while carrying our luggage, we each brought a back pack and shared one large suitcase (my side was jam packed). We stopped at the first shop we saw that sold wine and bought a bottle of red and white Solaz to celebrate with later. After a few minutes of walking aimlessly we eventually asked for help from a nearby Italian waiter and a Barcelonian Policia officer. Neither person had heard of the street and said that it must be very small. It was supposed to be around the corner somewhere yet they had never heard of it! I hadn’t yet realized just how many tiny side streets existed and how easily it would be to miss it even by locals.
When we did find the street we laughed because it was the same street that the shop had been on where we bought the wine – we had already been there, but hadn’t quite figured out that the street signs were on the sides of buildings yet!
Our apartment entryway paralleled these beautiful glass and iron detailed doors that allowed you to see the beautiful tiled floors and marble staircase inside the lobby. Whereas our doorway was old, wooden, and covered in graffiti. The street itself was a mixture of beautiful, dirty, and littered with street art. After our host buzzed us in, we began our trek up the many stairs.
To greet us at the first stairwell landing was a used condom on the floor, this was a less then perfect first impression. We continued our way up, Chris lugged our massive shared suitcase up the steep stairwell to the fourth floor “Tercero” (in Spanish the first floor is called “Principal,” second is “Primero,” third is “Segundo”). Our host Marc was a nice guy, he showed us around and I saw my first dead cockroach that he quickly cleaned up without me saying anything before we used the washroom. Chris and I had showers before we decided to explore our new neighbourhood a little more, with me feeling uneasy about our authentic apartment and lacking much needed sleep.
We decided to get lunch, but finding a gluten free place for Celiac is our new priority these days with a somewhat recent diagnosis – this makes things only slightly more challenging. A young woman stood outside sliding glass doors to a place called MoMo. It was on a side street and was impressively nicer inside than I had expected. The interior had two levels with an open concept to see the seating in the loft area above. MoMo was filled with original artwork for sale that added splashes of colour around the room. Lunch was delicious and fittingly, just as on our first date, I spilled on myself – wearing a new white shirt I immediately had a tiny stain from my delicious prawns.
I felt mildly nauseous after lunch so Chris and I decided to have a nap. I really needed this bit of sleep to catch up to the new time zone and fill in the gap that I missed on the long flight. The two-hour nap was my reset button; the cockroach was gone, the condom was
cleaned up, we met a sweet older Spanish woman from the first floor apartment who barely spoke English, and the streets suddenly seemed more charming.
We went to the famous food market off Las Ramblas called La Boqueria for a short time.
One cramped walk through was enough as it was insanely busy. This was the Toronto St. Lawrence Market on crack. I quickly realized that overly tourist areas aren’t for me, my anxiety, or my clutched onto purse. We decided to get underground metro passes and head to the waterfront harbour district. From there it was a bit of a guessing game (where I am usually right but Chris wants to check the map and figure things out only to realize that, yes, I am absolutely right).
We walked along the harbour-front and in between small nearby streets. I found a store called Only in the Sea near an open square with public ping pong tables and dogs running about where I purchased a 1950s-esque hair band and a pink painted fan to help beat the heat.
We decided that we weren’t hungry, but wanted to enjoy a drink with a view so we went along the street facing the Mediterranean Sea. Some places wouldn’t take us unless we ordered food as well so we kept looking. We found a bar and the man asked us if we wanted to drink upstairs. To our surprise and delight there was the most beautiful oasis of a rooftop patio called Hotel 54. We had a great view of the city and the water.
We talked about who might own the million dollar yachts that pulled in and out of the ports and day dreamed a little. I ordered a strawberry Daiquiri as I often do when I’m thinking about my dog of the same name and Chris had the best gin and tonic of his life. We then each had a Bourbon neat – our Spanish bartender had never heard of the term ‘neat,’ apparently they call it plain in Barcelona. This rooftop patio was an intimate paradise and catapulted our somewhat shaky start to the honeymoon into bliss.
We watched the sun go down from the oasis-like bar and then made our way back to the street in search of dinner. We shared a delicious plate of paella after a starter of prosciutto. The walk back to the apartment seemed doable and allowed us to see the city at night so we made our way back to the apartment by foot. The walk was about a half hour long and we enjoyed seeing the already attractive architecture lit up with spotlights.
Chris found a gluten free beer from the shop and wanted to drink it as we walked, something that he insisted he saw other people doing (I later looked this up and discovered it is only occasionally regulated by the authorities, but is in fact illegal). A friendly German tourist leant him a lighter to open it – a Canadian and a German can both appreciate a cold beer. I poured a glass of white wine for myself back at the apartment as Chris drank his beer. We relaxed in the heat, with our room fan pointed directly at us and we winded down for the evening. After a long first day we were asleep by 10:45pm Barcelona time, excited for what was to come in the next day.
This is the first of a series of posts featuring our Barcelona Honeymoon Adventure!
I was excited for our honeymoon flight to Spain. My memories of my first time flying were a little foggy so it almost felt like my first time on a plane, it was definitely to be my longest flight at seven hours in length. I had never left the continent and was unbelievably excited to get to Barcelona.
We flew with Air Canada Rouge and had hoped that there would be screens with films to pass some time on such a long ride, but alas there was not (we did save money by choosing them of course). As people filed onto the plane, the flight attendants announced that they had hoped that everyone had already downloaded the latest update of Air Canada’s in-flight app which provided a small selection of television programs and films. Chris and I looked at each other and remarked at how silly it was for them to inform us after we had already boarded the plane – without Wifi. We quickly turned on a hotspot, but not expecting to use my phone on the flight I hadn’t bothered charging it – it died almost immediately. We grabbed the cord, plugged it in, hoped that my garbage phone would restart quickly, started the app download, and crossed our fingers. It was the slowest download that has ever downloaded, we silently cheered when there was a delay on the ramp. The app took nearly twenty minutes to finish and without the delay we would not have been movie-less.
The plane took off and I enjoyed rising above the clouds as my ears continually adjusted to the pressure – we were finally on our way to Barcelona! The in-flight app had a moderately older selection, but I was pleased to see that it had a film I had watched and loved while Chris was away that I was dying to show him: Woody Allen’s Irrational Man. This 2015 movie was recently on Netflix and I hadn’t realized whom the director was nor what the plot was going to be about until I was halfway in. I had originally watched it alone, thinking that it was an independent Rom-Com starring Emma Stone and Joaquin Phoenix – this is not what it is. I highly recommend this movie despite the low 44% Rotten Tomatoes rating; the story unravels into an incredibly interesting plot involving questionable ethics in life choices, discovery of one’s life purpose, and murder schemes – I love this film.
With five hours left, I took to finishing the latest Janet Evanovich novel while Chris watched The Wedding Singer (hilarious film). I always wondered why Chris rarely sleeps on his flights home from work, but now I know how difficult it is. I barely slept at all, I have chronic back and neck pain issues which made trying to sleep on a plane even harder. This made my dream of visiting New Zealand seem a little crazier as it would be a much longer flight! It was morning in Barcelona when we descended, six hours ahead of Toronto to be exact, approximately 9:00am and the sun was shining bright.