Travel Diaries: Bus – Barcelona
Twenty years ago today I was pretty hung over, but it was worth it. I had been out until 4:15 having enjoyed the benefit of being shown Madrid’s nightlife by some locals. One of the guys on our tour group, Ted, had family friends in Madrid, and Feranado and Alicia were wonderful guides. They introduced me to Tapas, small appetizers that come with the price of your drink at many bars. Going from bar to bar, eating a different Tapa in each one, ends up amounting to a progressive dinner. I was the last one left still ready for action after the rest of our tour group had peeled off, and Feranado announced, “The time for drinking beer has ended. The time for drinking whisky has begun!”
| June 16 / Bus – BarcelonaWoke up at 6:30 A.M. feeling the pain of last night. I shouldn’t have any complaints, I slept for a whole hour. Spent all day on bus trying but failing to sleep. Still winning big at each slot machine Jimme, Ted and I play. Arrived in Barcelona and ate dinner in our hotel, then we all went to a Flamenco show. Back at Hotel we drank champagne and I called home to wish Pop a Happy Father’s Day and to say Hi to everyone. Crashed at 4:00 A.M. |