Last stop, Madrid

Kicking back briefly in my hotel, enjoying a late check out before heading to the Barcelona Sants station to take a high speed train to Madrid.

My final destination before heading home March 28.

And, hey! Speaking of St. Patrick’s Day… ahem… high on my list of things to do in Madrid is visit several more of Ernest Hemingway’s favorite drinking spots. A feature I like to call…

As evidenced by two of his favorite taverns I visited in Barcelona, the only characteristic Ernest absolutely insisted upon when choosing a bar was that it have liquor. Wine, hard booze, even sherry, it didn’t matter. Just pour it in a glass and put it on the table. And leave the bottle, bud.

Elegant, average or flat out dive, Papa didn’t discriminate. Just imbibed.

I’ll also be covering the high falutin’ world that Nikki will inhabit when she arrives in Madrid May 4 on a business trip. Including what most likely is the poshest joint Ernie ever bent an elbow.

More to come.

Watching simple human joy on a terribly sad day

Was watching “Morning Rachel” via MSNBC Live Stream when the shouts and cheers of hundreds of kids came up through my open window.

Appears they were having some sort of mass Mommy-Daddy-kiddie race on the Career de Santa Madrona. 

First they ran one way.


Then they ran back the other way. 

All for the simple human joy of running and shouting and laughing and cheering.

Later the voices of hundreds of children could be heard chanting and singing the Queen lyric, “We will, we will rock you!”

A minute or two later, the tape of the Maddow show was cut short, and news and video of the horrid New Zealand massacre came on my screen.

And I was once again reminded of Sarah Young’s sad wisdom: “This is a fallen world where sorrows and blessings intermingle freely.”

I’m going for a long train ride up the beach now, and will try to focus on all His blessings. And sunny mornings when people run joyously.

Not fearfully.

A calm and lovely blue collar Riviera

I have been in Badalona, just north of Barcelona, for two days now. Late this morning I moved out of a Booking.com apartment several blocks away from the main beach, to the Hotel Miramar, smack dab on the beach.

I’m very happy to be at my new lodging, especially with the cost, which isn’t much more than a Motel 6. But with a far better view.

One of the goals of this trip has been to see what’s good and what’s not so good on the ground here in Spain and Portugal.

Barcelona and Badalona, are good. Some of it very good.

Not feeling particularly expressive tonight (it’s past 10 p.m.) so I’ll just post a couple photos and a video from my wanderings about town today.

I really wish and hope you all can see this someday. More proof that the world is a beautiful place, and America doesn’t hold a monopoly on greatness.

The Hotel Miramar from the beach

Tomorrow I take the Renfe train that passes between my hotel and the ocean, up north to several old and beautiful seaside towns that people in Barcelona know about, but are largely unrenowned outside of Spain. They include, but are not limited to, Caldes d’Estrac, Arenys de Mar, and Sant Pol de Mar.

Looking west and up the street from the corner of the Hotel Miramar in Badalona.

They are quick and easy and incredibly cheap – as in two to five euros- to get to. And the train runs right along the coast, just two or three hundred feet from the ocean.

View from my open hotel window at the Miramar.

Life has its challenges, but there’s also a lot of peace in this world if you’re open to. Like below.

The Killer Bees go trick or treating in Barcelona

All of last week little kids and teenagers were running around Barcelona in all sorts of costumes, many with a “Day of the Dead” look.

Saturday afternoon the old folks got to the party. Photo taken two or three blocks from the Hotel Alba.

I think I spotted a couple of old SNL casts members in the group, but I can’t be certain.

Scouting my next stop

Woke up and opened my curtains to this site this morning.


A quite delightful way to wake to your day. After breakfast I headed out to Badalona on the excellent public transit system.

The small sea side city of Badalona is about three or four miles north of the Barcelona city limits, around 10 or 12 minutes away by the T4 tram line and a transfer to the R1 Renfe train.

I’m headed there tomorrow afternoon, but this morning I decided to scout it out to see if the reality on the ground matched the maps. As usual, there were a few differences.

That isn’t a problem when I’m wandering about in shorts and a pull over. But tomorrow I’ll be lugging two pieces of heavy luggage, and the difference between “a short walk away” and the actual 10 minutes and six blocks can be a bitch to deal with.

In any event, there’ll be no surprises tomorrow. So I can just look forward to the next five days. And this.

Badalona has a very laid back beach town ambiance mixed with a working class feel. Nice mix. And more affordable than Barcelona.

Beginning of the main drag along the beach, about a block from the train station. The train continues along the beachfront (to the right). There are numerous underpasses to the beach.
The Hotel Miramar, where I’ll stay days three through five in Badalona.
Gotta love Booking.com. Good deals, and 4 x AA miles per dollar to boot.

I don’t feel so bad posting this for folks back home, as I hear it’s going to hit 60 degrees in the next day or two. Enjoy it. You’ve paid your dues for this winter.