A transcription of the diary I kept while traveling in Spain in August of 1999.

06 August 1999

Barcelona

Partly sunny, some cool breezes.

It turns out that El Ravel is not the best of neighborhoods. There's traffic (and sirens) most of the night, and after the bars close people (travelers mostly?) flood out into the street to continue their carousing. Then shortly after they give out and go to bed, the regulars start to stir and the traffic starts up all over again.

When I went out at 8:00, I headed north instead of making straight for Las Ramblas (figuring that it would be safe at that hour) and got some cold stares from the locals.

Wasted most of the day getting reservations for the train and the hostel for the end end. Bought a T-1 transit ticket, and used about half of it already.

Wandered through a corner of Park Guell, then metro'ed back to Plaça de Catalunya to eat. Was too exhausted to sight-see any more (well, much more anyway) and came back to the hotel to siesta. Woke up at 9pm and decided to bag the evening. (I actually had my fill of promenading Las Ramblas several days ago.)

Baixada de la Gloria

This street leads to to Parc Guell. When it becomes too steep for cars, it turns into a staircase. And then it goes one better and hitches on an automatic escalator that turns itself on whenever someone steps on its foot, and turns itself off after everyone has left its head.

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