In my previous post, Barcelona Here I Come (Part I), I talked about my journey to Spain and The Plan- my ingenious 5-step plan to combat jet lag. When I arrived in Barcelona Saturday morning, I knew that The Plan may fail due to my utter failure in implementing Step 2. I really did not want to lose a day in Barcelona due to jet lag.
I took a taxi from the airport to my hotel. When I finally made it to my hotel it was only 11 AM. No rooms were ready yet. Good! I had no chance to sleep. Despite my utter failure in the implementation so far, The Plan was still in play.
I checked my luggage and walked to Placa d’Espanya. I saw the old Barcelona bullring which is now a mall.
Bullfighting is no longer legal in the state of Catalonia. Barcelona is a city in the state of Catalonia, Spain. If you didn’t know that, no worries. I didn’t know Spain divided its country into smaller, government regions either until I was researching for my fellowship.
I walked around the neighborhood of my hotel and realized that it was located away from the touristy areas but close enough to a metro station and Placa Espanya. Bonus! I love staying in places right outside of the hustle and bustle. Also, all the restaurants near my hotel mostly catered to the locals; so, the prices were very reasonable and the food was good. I had lunch and a cappuccino at a cafe. I was mistaken for a local twice, but my horrid Spanish quickly gave me away. I returned to my hotel around 2 PM, but the lobby was a madhouse so I walked some more. I got lost which turned out to be a good thing.
Around 4 PM I checked in and got settled in my room. My room was average sized for most hotel rooms you’d find in larger cities. Although, I found it weird that there were two twin beds right next to each other.
It took me a second to figure out that I need to put my room card in a slot by the door to make the electricity in my room work. That’s a pretty smart way to conserve energy.
I got all unpacked and suddenly I was exhausted. My brain was crying for sleep. Alas, it was too early. I had The Plan after all. So I walked. It was the worst, most miserable walk of my life. Have you ever been sitting down and fallen asleep then you wake up with a jerk because your big head was plopping around? I was doing that as I walked. I had a quick dinner in a loud cafe and zombie walked back to the hotel. I showered and went straight to sleep. I was so tired that I forgot to take the over-the-counter sleep aid to ensure I stayed asleep.
I executed my plan poorly, but it was all good. I slept nine glorious hours and woke up the next morning ready to meet the day. Take that jet lag! In your face!
Up next: A bus tour and I meet my Creativity Workshop leaders and workshop mates.