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Sunday, October 13, 2013

Antonio + Joanne, True Love


Mosaics on the patio of Gaudi's Casa Batllo

Barcelona airport, El Prat, was easy to navigate, and finding the the train into Passig de Gracia train/metro station in the middle of Barcelona was quick; not a lot of drama finding the hotel.  The nasty surprise when I got there was the ... and I'm being generous...spartan room at Somnio Hostel (251 Diputacio, 2nd floor).

The location was excellent, near public transportation, shopping and restaurants in a good part of Barcelona close to everything. The staff couldn't have been nicer or more helpful. However, I discovered very quickly that there are dozens of hotels in this area that cost just a little more money and offer a lot more.
At $108, this stay was WAY overpriced. This is basically a hostel, and I've stayed in other hostels that offered much more for less money.The room, about 12-foot square, consisted of a double bed and four white, featureless walls.  A couple of hangers on the door sufficed as a closet. The shower was so small an average-sized man couldn't turn around—and I paid for a room with a bathtub. A lot was lost in translation, and Booking.com got flamed for this one.

Casa Batllo at night
Since I arrived at 9AM, I immediately walked around and took in a few Antonio Gaudi properties—one of my main interests in Barcelona, along with my love for the book “The Shadow of the Wind” by Carlos Ruiz Zafon, which is set in the old city just south of my hostel. The wait to enter La Pedrera (known locally as “the quarry” for it’s blocky gray presence), an apartment house famed for it’s rooftop sculpture garden, was more than an hour, so I took a tour of Casa Batllo (BAT yo), once a private home for a weatlthy Barcelona family. The house burst with Gaudi's ornate natural themes of ocean life, dragons, curves. What an inspiration!

Gaudi was not formally trained as an architect, and built everything using plumb lines and models; his works will live forever because of their incredible whimsy mixed with practicality. Everything, down to the shape of the door handles, was carefully thought out and handcrafted. Genius! 

The multimedia presentation on the top floor was mind-blowing. There were no credits given, but what a beautiful tribute to an amazing design--the video is projected on top of a five-foot-tall model of the house. See it at Vimeo.

Roof of Casa Batllo

Gaudi's deep Catholic faith was evident in the crosses he placed here and there on the property, and the small family chapel off the main sitting room. 

That evening, I walked the length of beautifully lit Passig de Gracia, admiring the graceful buildings and ironwork. Barcelona is one beautiful city; even the sidewalks are beautiful.
Sitting room ceiling and light fixture

The servants quarters on the top floor were light and airy

The sidewalks of Barcelona; great to look at, hell on suitcase wheels

Saturday, October 12, 2013

Getting There was Half - Fun

Christ parachuting to earth in Gaudi's Sagrada Familia Cathedral.
There were times when I would have opted for this mode of escape myself...

My dear neighbor John actually volunteered to give me a ride to the airporter at 4:45am, and while waiting for the airport bus I struck up a conversation with an attractive man who was off to Greece to visit his entertainer girlfriend and a fascinating, intelligent and charismatic older woman--we all decided to meet at Denny’s on our return for a grand slam breakfast.

The flight from SFO to Newark was an exercise in compression. We flew in United's new 737s, which, if it can be believed, are even tighter than the old crates we flew in before. I got jammed in the middle between a former geologist who was on his way to Stuttgart to research a book he was writing about Porsche motorcars and a young woman who slept the entire way.

A four-hour layover in Newark, but I was lucky this time—I got all my flights, though those first- and business-class seats that were available in the first few months of my travel are a distant dream. United has tightened up considerably, and the flights now are booked to the max; I consider myself fortunate that a few undesirable seats remain for employees and folks like me.