Barcelona

Well we finally arrived at our hotel in Barcelona about 21:30...fortunately in Spain they eat dinner (or supper) very late. As you can imagine, we were exhausted...so we looked for a restaurant within walking distance to our hotel. We were kind of bummed that the only thing we had time for in Barcelona was to eat dinner, because we had to leave at 8:00 the next morning to catch a train to Denia, Spain. However, on our one journey out while enjoying a nice tapas meal...we got a...I guess you could say a quite exciting memory. By the way, tapas is a Spanish style of dining that involves several little appetizers while you enjoy your adult beverages of choice. (Kristen...I thought of you while we were eating it...your logo was so much better).
Once again we were ordering blindly and the server spoke VERY little English, so we decided to get a variety...and boy did we! We had so many tapas plates that the waiter had to stack plates on the shelf beside us...everyone probably thought we were pigs...and yes...we ate them all, that´s what a day of travel will do for an appetite!
Towards the end of our meal the excitement hit. At first we thought this group of women in the back of the restaurant were yelling because they were enjoying many adult beverages and having a large, loud time! But we soon realize something was wrong...as we looked up to see what the commotion was we noticed a scruffy, as Pete would call him a G-Thug, bolting for the door with our waiter running behind him...he had quietly walked into the restaurant and stolen one of the lady´s bags. It was weird though, because we were sitting at the door and had we had know or understood Spanish we would have been able to stop him...but by the time we realized what was going on he was already out the door. Talk about some drama...just about everyone in the restaurant was outraged and half of them left to see if the waiter had caught him. Turns out he had an accomplice who made off with the bag, but the waiter caught him and turned him over the the police. Go waiter...poor thing, when he came back he was so sweaty and out of breath...but we tipped him really well...afterall it was the only excitement for us during our VERY short stay in Barcelona.

We stayed in Hotel Azul...which was so nice, even nicer than our hotel in Rome! We had a living area with a couch, a table, a seperate room that had a built stereo system, flat screen tv in both rooms...and A BIG BIG shower. Well really it was about normal size for the States, but compared to all our previous rooms it was HUGE! We would highly recommend this place, however we can´t recommend the town because we didn´t really see it! Maybe next time...