The Barcelona airport has a different vibe than most others.
Heading to LA for a bit. Gonna crash at a few different places: Rolo and Bailey's in Beverly Glen; Henry's in Mar Vista; Judd's in Venice; Harley's in DTLA; and maybe with Reese in Santa Monica.
Will do my best to catch up with Alicia, Scott, and Nirvan.
Love these windows in the Hotel Casa Fuster.
Grabbed an early breakfast and walked to Barcelona Sants to catch the 11am train to Valencia-Estacio Del Nord. Will spend just a day in the city before heading on to Oliva via bus.
Walked to Park Güell to visit Casa Museu Gaudí, the final home of Antoni Gaudí, architect of the Basilica of the Sagrada Familia.
Oddly, the room is very much as I imagined Rilke's room when he was working on his Book of Hours.
Biggie graffiti on the streets of Barcelona.
Lovely bit of work.
Arrived at BCN just before 8am after an uneventful flight – the best kind! Passing through customs and hitting the street was a breeze thanks to carry-on only. Managed to get a SIM and local number and get to my AirBnB in a reasonable amount of time and with only a little subway confusion.
Room is as expected: minimal and simple. I don't understand the point of spending big on lodging when I'm pretty much always asleep when there. Host is friendly and gave me some local tips. He was very confused that I sell records for a living. I think he misunderstood and believed Canada perhaps hadn't moved on to CDs yet. I didn't bother to get into it.
Out for my first walk.
