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

07 August 1999

Barcelona

Cooler (Thank God!)

A very bad night. I only managed to cool off enough to sleep by dampening my nightgown. Got up several times to pack and repack and check the location of Saturday night's hotel, and discovered that Saturday night's hotel is really Friday night's hotel, and that I have no reservation for Saturday night.

From the façade of the cathedral --->

Got out of bed at 7am and set off with my bag to the railway station. Called the hostel reservation number from Las Ramblas, and got a recording. Well, it's early in the day. Left the bag in consignment, had cafe con leche and chips (with extra salt) for breakfast, couldn't get any phones in the station to work (not with coins anyway). Went to L'Eixample and got a phone to work (after several tries). A recording again. They must close on weekends. Tried Friday night's hotel. They're full. Tried the hotel desk in the tourist info booth. They only reserve for that day. Tried the closest reasonable hotel to Plaça de Catalunya. They don't have singles, period. Finally gave up. I'll deal with it later.


Went to see the 'apple of discord' and some of the rest of L'Eixample. Then the Arc de Triomf, the Parc de la Ciutadelia and La Ribera.

Was too tired to sight-see any more, so went to the train station way early. There's a no-fumar section in the waiting room, but it's full of ashtrays and cigarette butts and smokers.

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