What a trip! When Sally and I arrived at our hotel yesterday, we were immediately informed that we did not have reservations. (Not until next week, anyway.) Yikes. This was after being on a transatlantic flight from New York–okay, we were in business class, so we didn’t suffer that much, but STILL. Just imagine being told that you don’t have anywhere to stay for seven full days.
Alas, we spent last night in 307, and today we were moved. We get to stay in the new room for the duration.
We haven’t done too much exploring today, as we didn’t wake up until NOON, at which time the desk called to say we had to Get Out of our room. Our stuff would be moved to the new one when the new one was ready. (This turned out to be a while.) We explored a famous street called La Rambla–shopping mostly–and walked around a lot, powered by Starbucks and diet cola.
It will be an early night. We’re pooped. More tomorrow.
And that’s the news from my hotel room desk in Barcelona!
