When I arrived in Barcelona by bus, it was pouring rain, but it would be hot and sunny for the rest of my stay. I slept at Twentytu Hostel Barcelona for three or four nights.
The hostel was adequate in terms of facilities, however the location was not perfect. On the map, it appeared to be smack dab in the middle of everything. The hostel appeared to be on the outskirts of town when I visited. That was one of the issues I had to deal with on a regular basis when abroad. Finding decent places to stay in cities I’d never been before. Checking the Trip Advisor map for eateries is a method I eventually discovered. Good eateries are usually located near the city’s best attractions. It’s usually a good idea to open the app and check for the major cluster of eateries to choose a room.
I’m going to say something unpopular here: I believe Barcelona is a little overhyped. People who liked Barcelona but didn’t like Madrid (or didn’t like Madrid as much) seem to be the majority of travel blogs and forum debates. I found Madrid to be a thousand times more enjoyable than Barcelona.
My judgment was influenced by a number of variables, and I’m confident that if I returned to Barcelona, my opinion would increase. To put my viewpoint in perspective, I was in Barcelona during the peak tourist season. There were a lot of tourists on the streets. The city looked to be built with tourists in mind. Another point that has previously been mentioned is the less-than-ideal location of my hostel. Finally, I’d been in Spain for almost a month and was ready for a change of scenery.
It’s not that I didn’t enjoy my time in Barcelona. For me, it just didn’t live up to the anticipation. Valencia, I’ve heard, is similar to Barcelona in terms of being a beach city, but without the hordes of tourists. Valencia appears to be a better fit for me. Despite all of this, I had a great time in Barcelona.
I primarily simply wandered around and explored on my first day in Barcelona. My Venezuelan buddy contacted me and requested that I purchase some herb seeds for him. As a result, I spent a few hours locating the seeds and mailing them to Venezuela. It ended up costing close to 100 euros, but it’s always nice to lend a hand to our friends.
It wandered around and took some shots, but I wasn’t feeling it for some reason. It could have been the heat. Or maybe I was just tired from a month on the road. Whatever the case may be, I only have a few images of Barcelona, and the majority of them aren’t particularly excellent.
The wait to enter La Sagrada Familia was 2 or 3 hours long when I went. For me, it’s far too long. And, from the outside, it didn’t appear to be as cool as the other churches I’d seen. I understand that the whole melted-church effect is interesting, but I’m not a fan of the style.
I’m not sure, but it just looks sloppy to me.
Since 1882, the church has been under construction, and getting images of the exterior without construction machinery is difficult.
The walk to the Sagrada Familia wasn’t entirely in vain. I was able to indulge in one of my guiltiest joys because there is a Taco Bell across the street.
After spending the day walking around, I returned to the hostel to unwind. A sports bar was near to the accommodation and was a good place to watch the World Cup while eating.
Getting there early paid off for me. There were a lot of Germans in the neighborhood because it was a Brazil vs. Germany match. The bar was full, but I had arrived early enough to secure a table.
I took a picture of this building for whatever reason. Because I have so few images of Barcelona, I’ve decided to include it in this post.
I came across these billboards advertising Diplo’s upcoming concert while strolling about. I thought it would be fun to check it out, but I’m not a great fan enough to justify making the lengthy trip to see the show.
I was talking with several of the other guests on the terrace of my hostel. One of them expressed interest in attending the Diplo concert. I responded it sounded interesting, but I didn’t want to drive around the city late at night. “No, the concert site is just a few blocks down the street. We’re on our way there.”
That was the end of it. I dressed up and walked down to the arena to see Diplo perform.
I walked to the event with a group of individuals from the hostel, but once inside, we separated up. I ended up meeting several Chileans and spending the night with them.
I’m not sure what time the show ended up being. I also have no recollection of how I returned to my bed. But, despite my ringing ears, I made it back to my room.
The next day, I boarded a train and traveled to France. I had no intention of touring France (mainly due to financial constraints), but I did want to make one stop. To learn more, stay tuned for my future post.