Hello, Readers, and thank you for tuning in to trumptettravels - the true accounts of my 11 year career on cruise ships as a crew member aboard Royal Caribbean, Princess Cruises, Carnival Cruises, Costa Cruises, Cunard Line, P&O Cruises, Premier Cruises and the Holland America Line.
When I last left off, I had just dropped my trumpet in the Lladro shop. I had a really great day in Barcelona. I felt light as a feather without my heavy horn. I spent the next few hours going to tourism kiosks, phoning hotels, and even went to a big internet cafe. If was full of computers and you had to pay at a kiosk to get a ticket and then use the credits up. They don't exist now because everyone has WiFi.
As I looked and looked for hotels things became a little desperate. I had spent the night before in the bushes in a very nice neighborhood, but I was a little cold and dirty. I bath and a steak would do me well.
I had no luck at all because the F1 car racing was in town and this was a big deal I guess. Not to let such trivial matters damper my day, I went to see the Olympic Stadium, the Miro Museum, travelled the subway for a bit and even toured the Gaudi architecture. Standing in Parc d'Gaul I looked down on the city and the thousands of hotel rooms wondering why there wasn't one for me. As the afternoon wore on I started to get very tired so I stopped in somewhere and had a nice dinner. It was some assortment of Spanish tapas I remember with Spanish red wine.
This was my second night without a hotel room in a huge city and when I stepped out of the restaurant it was getting dark. I noticed some seedy characters standing around on the street corners - night was coming along with everything that accompanies it in this Metropolitan city. This was just the beginning of that crazy night - stay tuned and I'll tell you what happened in my next blog post.
When I last left off, I had just dropped my trumpet in the Lladro shop. I had a really great day in Barcelona. I felt light as a feather without my heavy horn. I spent the next few hours going to tourism kiosks, phoning hotels, and even went to a big internet cafe. If was full of computers and you had to pay at a kiosk to get a ticket and then use the credits up. They don't exist now because everyone has WiFi.
As I looked and looked for hotels things became a little desperate. I had spent the night before in the bushes in a very nice neighborhood, but I was a little cold and dirty. I bath and a steak would do me well.
I had no luck at all because the F1 car racing was in town and this was a big deal I guess. Not to let such trivial matters damper my day, I went to see the Olympic Stadium, the Miro Museum, travelled the subway for a bit and even toured the Gaudi architecture. Standing in Parc d'Gaul I looked down on the city and the thousands of hotel rooms wondering why there wasn't one for me. As the afternoon wore on I started to get very tired so I stopped in somewhere and had a nice dinner. It was some assortment of Spanish tapas I remember with Spanish red wine.
This was my second night without a hotel room in a huge city and when I stepped out of the restaurant it was getting dark. I noticed some seedy characters standing around on the street corners - night was coming along with everything that accompanies it in this Metropolitan city. This was just the beginning of that crazy night - stay tuned and I'll tell you what happened in my next blog post.
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