Robbed In Barcelona

It happened on our third day in Barcelona. I can’t say we weren't warned. The travel guides warned us, the TripAdvisor forums warned us, the cab driver from the airport warned us and my friend Gursel, who has lived in Barcelona for six years, warned us. Despite the warnings and despite being wary the whole time we were in Barcelona, it still happened. We got pick pocketed. The scene of the crime was the Urquinaona metro station which is located in the heart of Barcelona’s delightful Gothic Quarter. As we were about to get on the train, an attractive young woman asked me a question I didn’t understand. ... [Read More]

Style, service and sangrias in Spain

  It's easy to like Barcelona (pronounced Barthalona by the locals. Truly – I spent my first two days here convinced everyone had a lisp.) I decided upon arriving in Catalonia's capital city that it was my duty to sample Spain's native drink in as many places as possible. (This perhaps has less to do with the fact that it’s Spanish that it does with my fondness for sampling drinks – tequila in Mexico, grappa in Italy, vodka, well, everywhere. You get the idea.) And I wondered if being full of sangria would, among other things, help me understand the bizarre and wonderful style of Gaudi, the 19th-century architect whose ... [Read More]