We're back from Madrid, Targona (very short visit), Sitges and Barcelona and boy are our arms tired. And, I have a cold. And I despise the company known as Continental Airlines -- more on how they turned a typical 14 hour trip home into 26 hours in another post. Just know this, if you have to fly Continental and you have to switch planes at Newark International Airport, you may as well pad on a day to the front and a day to the back of your vacation. Continental Airlines sucks ass.
That said, we LOVE Spain. With the little doggies secured in a friendly kennel, friends checking on the house and pool company people coming by every so often, we felt secure in going.
We landed in Madrid after all day and night flying (Continental sucks, doncha forget), we checked in at the Vincci SoHo, which is fabulous. We texted our friend Jon who arrived early with Nial from Dublin and we met them in a big square. Madrid is nothing if not squares. Plazalapooza. Seriously.
With nothing more than a siesta, we hit dinner at midnight and the clubs til 6a. We're not young anymore, but Madrid is. When in Madrid...
The next day we checked out the Reina Sofia Museo, immsersed ourselves in Picaso's Guernica (most stunning in person) and galavanted around town. We did have amazing tapas at the Museum's cafe.
Next day, we took the Bullet train to Targona. Now, it was fast, on time, and super convenient. Why is there not transportation like this in the US? Why? Maybe it's the half trillion dollars the government has failed on an illegal and catastrophic war. Who can say, really.
So, after Taragona, we take an expensive cab to Sitges and are dropped off at the Mediteraneo. We thought we'd switch it up this year, and stay somewhere more expensive. Let me be frank. The Mediteraneo Hotel in Sitges sucks all kinds of ass and is ridiculously expensive. Luckily, the Hotel Subur remembered us and found an Ocean Front room (the same one we first stayed in many years ago) and we had it for the final 4 days.
Sitges is great for lying on the beach, getting massages on the beach, drinking on the beach and just being on the beach. God bless it. Gerard and John met us there for our first two days and with the exception of a couple dramatic events, we all got on famously.
With Sitges done, it was off to Barcelona for a final day and night. Barcelona is one of the most beautiful cities in the world and the people are magnificent...especially that 65 year old chubby naked man walking down La Rambla completely naked with his horse-hung scholong gently swaying from side to side with every stride. It takes a village...people.
All in all, we had fabulous meals, great laughs, restful times. Who could ask for anything more (other than Continental Airlines not sucking)?
If you haven't been to Spain, go. Go now...especially if you live in L.A. There's too many people here.