I’ve been in Barcelona a total of two and a half weeks. To be fair to myself, I don’t count the first week because I was a total tourist then, running around town with my BFF, seeing the usual tourist places.
When I returned here after the cruise, it was a different story. Though my BFF was still here for a few more days, she stayed at the hostel while I rented an apartment. She continued doing touristy things as I started to settle in for a longer visit. Little did I know that the apartment I had rented was only available for two weeks, which means that I will be on the move again this weekend.
It’s a real shame that I won’t be here longer this time because it’s taken me a week and a half to figure out the Barcelona rhythm, much less adapt to it.
There are two periods of the day here. Before and after “siesta.” These days, I doubt most people are actually taking a nap in the afternoon, but I’ve been slow to realize that most small stores close for a bit every day. Not just a little bit, a l-o-n-g bit, like two or three hours.
I’m not a morning person, so by the time I’m up, coffee-ed and rarin’ to go, it’s mid-morning. Then, if I do some writing and social media connecting, it’s noon. Or 1:00. Or 2:00. Before I know it, I’ve missed my window of opportunity to hit the large fruit and vegetable market (closes at 2:00) and most of the Mom & Pop stores. These will reopen later, and stay open into the evening, if one is disposed to go out shopping at night.
I haven’t quite managed to adjust to this schedule. I’m sure I would, in time. When in Rome and all that, but it’s not happening during this trip. It’s 1:30, and I’m waiting for the laundry to finish, which I now realize will be another thirty-two minutes, just in time for the shops to close.
Why, you ask, am I doing laundry now instead of later this afternoon? It’s because the combo washer/dryer, that’s perched on the back balcony, doesn’t dry well, so I have to hang the laundry off the balcony in the hope that it will dry before nightfall.
Since I’m leaving this weekend, I will be packing up tomorrow, and Mama’s averse to packing wet laundry. See Nº. 4 in the list of 6 Things I’ve Learned about my 13-Item Wardrobe.