Busy in Barcelona

To follow up our relaxing time in Tamariu we jam packed our adventure in Barcelona. To be quite honest though, we really did not start off on the right foot. The two of us took a taxi from our seaside oasis to the train station in Girona (super clean) and headed down to the big city. We had a bit of time to kill so we wandered around with our huge backpacks on. Ended up taking a seat in España Industrial Park. It had the sweetest metal dragon slide! It was massive! I truly regret not giving it a try.

So while were just chilling this odd guy comes up to us… he seemed friendly at first but got increasingly upset as he tried to communicate with us and I had no idea what he was saying. I could not tell weather he wanted my shoes or backpack, but he was pointing at them both? A few other people watching this go down. He sat across from us in a huff muttering to himself. It was quite uncomfortable and not a very good first impression. We just went back to the station to find out what train we needed to take. Trying to get to Terrassa, we ended up at the beach in Badalona. In case you might not be familiar with the area… this is in the complete opposite direction! Our mistake corrected, (even though I really was tempted to just stroll the sandy shoreline) we arrived on time to meet our neighbour’s cousin. She was graciously hosting us for two nights. In the hustle, I ended up losing my ticket to swipe out of the underground. While frantically searching my Fit Bit came off. Matt and I had both gone through the gates on his ticket before I realized. I looked back and could see it on the seat. I made eye contact with the only person seated there and started pointing like a crazy person. Thankfully the young guy noticed and brought it to me. My faith was restored!

So, enough of my whining! After a late evening of sight seeing suggestions, Matt and I got an early start the following day. My ever precious fitness tracker tells me we had over 30,000 steps by the end of it. We started of with Park Güell. It is one of the major displays of Antoni Gaudí’s work in Barcelona, boasting over 100 years of history. Although the architecture is very over the top, it was definitely something to see. The colourful mosaic work was stunning.

A funny little story about the park… and I apologize if it is one of those “had to be there” kind of things. There were a few musical groups and individuals selling souvenirs along the many pathways. The rows of salesmen had all of their trinkets placed out on blankets. A few on the ends had earrings on umbrellas. After walking a good deal of the park, we took a quick rest in a picnic area with a great view of the different tiers. Some upbeat tunes in the distance. It became apparent that the merchants were not supposed to be there. About twenty of them had snatched up their sheets by the four corners, tied them up and tossed them over their shoulder in a hurry. The whole scene resembled a fast paced Charlie Chaplin style film as they quickly scattered throughout the area in different directions. Two community police officers in quick pursuit, never quite catching any of them. Music still playing in the background! It was just one of those fantastic stand out moments. I don’t even know which side I was rooting for!?

Busy in Barcelona

Tranquil Tamariu

So our next stop on the grand Euro-adventure was Spain. To ease the stress of our arrival Matt hired a driver to take us from Girona to Tamariu. Fantastic idea! Even though we miscalculated our arrival time by an hour due to a zone change our guy was there name sign in hand. Now… every time you get off a plane there’s a bunch of people with those signs waiting for their lucky passengers. I always look for mine just to pretend I am cool enough to have a driver. This time I WAS… except it was actually Matt’s name, same difference. The little things, right? He seemed a bit surprised when we approached him… our backpacker look and super casual clothing probably caught him off guard. He loaded our stuff, we hopped in the Mercedes and enjoyed the ride.

BEAUTIFUL! This little costal cove village was absolutely beautiful with it’s white buildings, rust coloured cliffs and turquoise waters. I am pretty sure we had the best balcony view in the house at Hotel Hostalillo. Check it out!

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We started our first of three nights off with a bang. And by bang, I mean, I drank too much and was nursing a wine fever well into the afternoon the next day. Blah… I hate wasting days! Unfortunately, I was unconscious while Matt was having beers on the balcony with his feet up. There was no one to remind him that sunscreen is a thing. By the time awoke he had a wicked short burn from the knee down.

Things seem to be a lot more relaxed here. It really jives with my inner clock. I enjoy starting my (non-hangover) days at 8-10 as opposed to 6-8 in the morning. And dinner at 8:00 PM is status quo! Though we quickly accepted this new mentality, it did throw us for a loop when we never received our dinner bill. After our dessert and coffee and over an hour of waiting… we ended up just paying at the till. We kept trying to flag a waitress or make eye contact to no avail. We didn’t want to be rude, and maybe there was a language barrier. Maybe this is normal? Anyways, it seemed to be the case at a few different destinations in the coming weeks, so whatever.

Our perfect beach day happened on day two. The coolest thing about the shoreline was the sand. It wasn’t really sand at all! It was tiny rocks. If any stuck to you, they could easily be brushed off. It was awesome! Strolls along a cliff side trail, walks along the beach, relaxing with a book, swimming in the sea and a topless lady partaking in a game of badminton. We were sad to say goodbye to the little town of Tamariu.

Tranquil Tamariu

Shipped to Shropshire!

Over a month ago we began our busy and exciting Eurotrip. Sadly, our precious pup Harley could not come. Though he was missed, we made sure to have an excellent time with lots of stories to share with him upon our return.

Note: The Air Transat plane was a comfortable upgrade from some we have flown on in the past. I was pleasantly surprised. Definitely the best one of the trip.

Our first stop took us back to England for Matt’s second and my third time. Cask ales, castles, charming British accents, history and of course, long lost family… what’s not to love? Something always feels like home here. I am not sure if it is the always warm welcome, the comforting level of Stirk crazy, the thankfully familiar language or the delicious dinners but I am glad we chose Shropshire as our first destination.

We managed to squeeze in a rest day before heading out to see the sights! Enjoy!

 

LUDLOW CASTLE

Ludlow is an 11th century castle ruins with a rich history. It was built by Walter de Lacy, William the Conqueror’s second in command, to secure his newly aquired lands along the border of England and Wales. It was also the principal seat of Richard Mortimer, Duke of York in the 1400s. He went on to lead the Yorkists in the War of the Roses. His son, Edward IV as well as his grandsons, the Princes in the Tower, were all brought up within the walls of Ludlow Castle. Prince Arthur, Henry VIII’s elder brother died here during his honeymoon with future queen, Catharine of Aragon. His heart was buried at Ludlow.

So, yeah… there is your quick history lesson. Today the castle ruins are a wonderful example of man vs. nature. Walking through, I couldn’t help but notice all the beautiful ways in which the plants here are taking back their land. Along with the vegetation, Ludlow Castle also hosts many festivals and educational programs throughout the year. Most notably the Ludlow Food Spring Festival with food, classic cars and lots of CRAFT BEER! How could we have missed it?! Next time…

 

 

POWIS CASTLE AND GARDEN

Beginning its life as a medieval fortress in the 1200s, Powis Castle eventually became the home of the Herbert family. Each generation added to the collection creating a very unique accumilation of art and historical items.

There were literally sooooo many things! It reminded me of an episode of hoarders with really interesting, historical and expensive stuff… in a CASTLE! Among my favourite things on our tour was the pietre sure table (#2). Legend be told, a gift from the pope! Because these marble and semi-precious stone tables are so heavy, it is very rare to have the top as well as the stand together like the one at Powis. Though I did not take any photos inside, I did manage to snap some of the gardens and the exterior of the castle.

 

 

WIGHTWICK MANOR

Wightwick is an Old English style Victorian Era manor built under the influence of the Art and Crafts Movement in 1887. Though not nearly as old as the first two places, there was still a significant amount of historical architecture, art and artifacts.

A couple of things that stood out to me were the William De Morgan ceramic fireplaces, the woodwork in the grand parlour, and the secret stair from the drawing room to the bedroom. I had to ask to see it! If Lady Mander saw there was company coming she could sneak off to fix herself up and greet them by coming down the grand stairway. So cool!

 

 

FAMILY!

Shipped to Shropshire!

Then and Now

Today we went to Whitby to get our passport photos done and renewals submitted. This will help with our plans to take the US route to the west coast and our trip to Europe!

These are our photos for the next 10 years!!! Apparently we have been growing our hair out for the last five. I will miss my old picture. Matt might too!

Then and Now