Back to the travelogue.
We get out the door about 10 am. after our cafe and croissant we decide to go to the Sagrada Familia and take a look at it from the outside. We do the train trip there, but on emerging to street level it is apparent that it being Maundy Thursday does not bode well for getting anywhere close to seeing anything. We take a couple of photos, then bolt back to the subway and go out to the beach and walk the boardwalk back to Barcelonata. I love to walk, particularly through neighborhoods and where people live their lives, and find that this is one of my favorite ways to get the flavor of a place. Like any city, public spaces are well-used and well-loved by tourists and locals. It is a nice, although not hot day, but lots of folks are sunbathing and partaking in beach activities.
We head into Barcelonata and Mitch (who always navigates–I have no sense of direction) stops at a fashionable restaurant that seems to be in the place we had our first lunch in Barcelona (in 2002). Then it was barely a diner, but we were desperately hungry and the people inside seemed to be happy so we went in. This time it is stylish, although it still feels the same. Proprietress sitting at a rear table reading the paper, younger proprietress sitting at the bar–same hutch in the back. So we sit down and look over the menu (they have quickly discerned that we need an English one) which seems likely to be the same. There is one other couple there. I will later take credit for filling the restaurant but it could have been that we just got there early. We order lunch. The best fried artichokes. Ever. I feel bad that we didn’t have them when we were here with my mom.
We go to the CCCB (Contemporary Museum) to see the Roberto Bolano exhibit. This is as interesting as a writer’s life can be. Thankfully they have a monograph in English because without that it is really just a bunch of notebooks, books and photos. Time for a siesta of reading, checking email and beginning to pack.
We make a reservation at Embat (they are currently open only Thursday through Saturday) so we walk over after finishing off the vodka. This is a good restaurant. More of a bistro but with really interesting food, so I’m glad we got back here. Everyone in the restaurant works on their english with us. My language skills will never improve at this rate.