
This lively, colorful city has always been a favorite, and now is my first venture into the exciting world of a solo traveler. I have embarked on this adventure with no companions or guide books, minimal recommendations, and lots of need to de-stress, detox and de-everything else that can come while living in a huge metropolitan. Needing a bit on sun, some local cuisine and no plan to speak off, I’m off to Spain!
Had two full days in the city, and looking back at it, managed to do everything I wanted without ever wanting to do anything. The first genius thing I did was rent a bike. Barcelona is a friendly bike city, and people seem to operate smoother off their feet than on their feet (I’m refereeing to the waves of British ‘stag’ parties, all of which have at least one character who is either horizontal at the most inopportune times, or is being carried off by his posse.) Everyone, it seems, has a bike, and Barcelona has a very well-oiled bike rental program. You buy a year membership (24 Euros), they send you a card in the mail. The card allows you to rent any of the thousands of bikes for up to 2 hours, after which you can return the bike at the nearest station and grab another one if need be. There are hundreds of stations, everyone has the card, and the system is praised as a model of eco-living. I’m a fan, for sure.
Next thing a solo traveler needs is an ipod. Not to be an Apple brat, but it makes things so much fun when you can music it up according to your surroundings. I was riding through La Rambla rocking out to the Gypsy Kings, and as soon as I made the turn to get on the beach path - turn of the little white wheel and here comes pouring the sweet sound of Pink Martini. Perfect for an afternoon ride across the playa.
Now thinking back to it, I can’t remember any of the names of the places I’ve seen. The Gaudi projects, yes (so wild! Next to them, Picasso seems almost normal!) but I stumbled upon so many little alleyways and nooks, tapas bars and crazy Russian tourists that I can’t really recall much. It was green and smelled like the sea. Mullets are in – for both men and women. I tried to joke with my taxi driver by telling him about Jorge Agusto (literal translation = George Bush) but somehow it got lost in translation. Lots of artisanos, chachkis and Ruskis. The weather was very all too well-known – rainy, cold, with brief and very exciting patches of sunlight. Overall, Barca gets 5 stars for culture, 2 for sun shine, 1 for sarcasm.