Initially I was considering Peru and an inclusive tour traveling between the Amazon, Lake Titicaca and hiking Machu Picchu. After reading several blogs and articles, the mosquitos talked me out of the trip (for now). One blog suggested slathering yourself in an unscented shampoo building a barrier between your skin and the mosquitos…which sounds incredibly disgusting and not what I’m in the mood to sign up for this trip. After remembering the number of mosquitos I met on my trip to Belize, and considering the zika virus… I decided to pass (for now).
Then I considered where else I would want to travel alone and again and again I was dreaming of the Mediterranean Sea I fell in love with last year. So…rather than go to Italy for the fourth time… I will be taking my longest and farthest adventure yet! Fifteen days in Athens and three Greek islands. And, after spending over 24 hours in the Barcelona airport last year, I made sure to end my trip on a Friday in case there is another crazy delay.
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!
The Real Alcazar is the oldest European palace (1364) still in use today by a royal family and a UNESCO World Heritage Site. The palace combines breathtaking gardens with peaceful water features with Moorish architecture. Besides being an amazing palace, the vast gardens alone are worth the visit. I enjoyed them so much I visited the palace twice while I was in Seville. Getting lost in the gardens with only the sounds of the nearby water features transported me to another time and another world. I hope you will get a small taste of that faraway land…
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…
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.