Bound for Barcelona

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Cars and trains and planes carried me here. A smooth trip - the pilots even took a detour around the Middle East! 

Once I checked in and passed through emigration, I felt like I was in a twilight zone. Families, couples and individuals like me quietly waiting waiting …


A passport, boarding pass and a guitalele - what more could I need!


Barcelona customs took some time. After being suspended in time and space for a while, it was time to good to get some fresh air, and feel the Spanish rain again.


With help from friends,  I had clear directions and my phone connected seamlessly. I took the airport bus and then walked to  the Barcelona Central Garden Hostel.
Patrick the manager gave me a smile and I shuffled in 🎵…


Private single room and a relaxed friendly atmosphere- I recommend it folks!


After settling in and washing, it was time to venture outside - the rain stopped and the streets were coming to life


I had a drink and  some dinner. It had been a long trip and so I decided to have an early night (well not that early 😉) - it felt wonderful to have arrived.



Comments

  1. Anonymous17 May 2024 at 06:43

    Well done mike
    It’s full on from here

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  2. Tim Mooney17 May 2024 at 06:44

    Where to next?

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  3. Anonymous21 May 2024 at 11:10

    Just caught up with your blog. Good transition to Spain. I am going on to binge your next instalments

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