Creative Writing: A Night In Barcelona

What can be said, at least from this writer’s point of view, is that a bad beginning always ends up with a good one. After a sleepless night on a fully booked airline jet crowded with passengers cramped in narrow seats, my wife and I arrived at the Barcelona Airport in Spain at about six o’clock in the morning. After collecting our luggage and taking a taxi to our hotel

“The Mont Blanc,” to add to our tired bodies, and in desperate need of sleep, we’re told our room will not be vacant and ready for our use until after eleven o’clock in the morning. Our only option, therefore, is to stroll along the city streets of Barcelona for the next three hours. Naturally, the first thing is the coffee break to restore our tired bodies of their

After what may be described as our first night of sleep, we have what’s known in

Spain as. “the menu of the day” at the hotel. After our evening meal, we return to our room, and eventually resume with the sleep, which was lost during our overnight flight. The day after, and all the following days thereafter in Barcelona, we take bus tours, eight of them as a matter of fact, during our five days in The City. All of the tours begin three blocks from our hotel at “Gatalonia Plaza,” which appears to be where all of the tourists activities begin. On the tours we see the beautiful boulevards, churches, palaces, statutes, parks, and what the tour book describes as,

“often outrageous architecture,” in most of The City’s buildings. Our walks most of the time are on what seems to be the main attractions for the many tourists who are seen in Barcelona, “The Ramblas.” “The Ramblas, “ which in English means avenue, appears to be where all the action

That is, all days and nights the avenue is vibrant with tourists walking along its many restaurants, shops and late night bars. At the end of “The

Ramblas” is “the extensive medieval Old Town, with its beautiful old buildings dating to the early 19th century, and churches.” On one of the evenings, we attend a concert performed by four guitarists at “The Palau De La Musica,” the music palace; and on one of our days, we take The City’s metro, the subway, and go to the “Museu De

La Musica,” the museum of music. There we view old musical instruments dating back to the 17th century, for example, pianos, wind instruments and guitars. Thereafter, we’re treated to a brief thirty minutes mini concert performed by the female guitarist my wife and I had previously seen at

“The Palau De La Musica.” The surprise aspect was that aside from