Salou to Barcelona: 6.10.07

Wake early and check out of the hostel. Locker storage at the train station utilized, we search out a tasty breakfast. Squid and potatoes, and of course a beer or two. We venture out to the beach laden with tourists to find a pay phone and call Aziz.



Looking right

out our window at

the Hotel Niza

in Salou.

Looking left

out our window at Hotel Niza.



After we lose most of the day and 4 Euros to the fast-talking phone, we give up and decide to return to Barcelona for the night.

Once again on and off the train, we spill into the night on the main drag called La Rambla and are immediately bombarded by tourists, vendors, and expensive restaurants.

Jude's guidebook directs us to hostels in the vicinity. A contraption of a room, it contains 3 long single beds and a tiny balcony.

Getting organized for a night's stay in the compact room.


The view out the one-person balcony was exceptional. A small distance from La Rambla, this street was surprisingly calm. A nice retreat.





 


With the back of the chair against the railing of the balcony, we may enjoy a bit of serenity in a large city.

After a short rest, again out to La Rambla to search for a dinner. Prices are out of the question. Backs tired, and grumbling stomach begin anew until Jude spots a potential meal far from the crowds.

We enter the German themed tavern and are told they are about to close. After a little begging, we are allowed to order only certain items if we hurry – bocadillos or hamburgers. We'd had it with bocadillos, so burgers are in order. A large stein of beer and possibly one of the best sandwiches I had in a long time, our stomachs were satisfied.

Back to our room for much needed sleep.