I wrapped up my Portugal/Spain trip in Barcelona. I spent one day wandering the city on my own and one day on a food and wine tour in the neighboring mountains before heading off to the airport.
I arrived in the evening and immediately regretted leaving all of the tranquility of Mallorca.
I sat outside at a bodega across from my hotel for a quick dinner and was immediately warned of the terrible pickpocket problem by a waiter who clipped my bag to a chair.
The next day I went exploring. I went to Sagrada Familia (where after 133 years construction is still underway), then Park Guell, a short cruise and a stroll along Placa de Catalunya. It was an enjoyable day, but I could not find what I was looking for. I’m not sure if I was tired of traveling, or if the contrast between the peace of Deia and the bustle of Barcelona was just too much for me. I was beginning to miss home.
On the last day before my flight home, I had an amazing day-long food and wine tour booked. The food and wine was unbelievable. The tour guide was the worst I’ve ever experienced. We stopped and asked for directions four times, and circled the mountains lost numerous times throughout the afternoon. I missed seeing olive oil being made (disappointing), but I did get to see Montserrat for half an hour (a very rushed amount of time). Eating lunch outside overlooking olive trees was beautiful, but there was always a tiny dread of getting back in the van and driving in circles which put a slight damper on the outing.
I hope if you go, you find more enjoyment than I did, and perhaps go to Barcelona before visiting Mallorca!
After a 15 minute (40 Euro) taxi ride from the airport to the pedestrian-only alley-ways of Old Town Seville – I walked in circles with my belongings on my back in 90 degree heat for an hour. This is not the introduction to the city that I was hoping for. Luckily after what felt like my 1,000th time down the same alley – which I was pondering lying down in – I found the reservation office for my hotel. I was then able to drop my bag off and unfortunately had more time to walk around in the heat before I could fully recoup and freshen up. To cool off I sat at an outdoor patio in a beautiful little square for a sangria but was shooed to a table without a tablecloth because I wasn’t going to buy food. Hmmm… come on Seville…
Finally I relaxed, things improved and the city was quite lovely. My hotel was very close to The Real Alcazar palace, the Cathedral and the General Archives of the Indies (all three are UNESCO Heritage sites). I visited all three, as well as saw a Flamenco show at the Museo del Baile Flamenco.
On a walking tour I met a very fun couple Rita and Frank and spent much of my time in Seville exploring and eating with them. Together we toured and ate and drank our way through seville. Our recommendations are the beer at the Seville International Brewery, the tapas at Taberna Coloniales and the gelato at Heladeria Villar.
My hotel had a beautiful crisp clean room with a kitchenette and a convenient location, however the walls were beyond tissue paper thin. I often thought people were in my room snoring and conversation were so loud. This was only exacerbated when a bride and groom running through the streets pushed past me only to be racing to the room next to mine. On my last night in town the fire alarm went off three times my last night. The tour guide wasn’t joking when he said in Seville people seem to really love the noise.
My next post will be the pictures from the Real Alcazar palace and the water gardens – sadly Jamie Lannister was not available for guided tours during my visit.
If you’re ever going to Nassau, I highly recommend the Nassau Rum and Walking Tour and please stay at The Graycliff Hotel. I didn’t stay there, but it looked amazing and has the most fantastic pool I have ever seen.
The Bahamas is far from my dream destination – I find it to be a cross between Las Vegas and Miami with tacky hotels and an economy built on cow-towing to the American cruise ship tourists and the American dollar. However, it was a fantastic getaway during the Washington winter. I hope you are dreaming of your next escape while I am counting down to mine!