WHEN THE BOOTS FIND YOU.....
DESTINY STRIKES LADY ROSETTA IN BARCELONA AND A SECURITY BREACH IN AMSTERDAM
23.02.2014
20 °C
Our disappointment at not being able to visit the town of Montserrat was short lived when we woke up to glorious sunshine, 20 degrees and no wind. After taking our time packing up the room, drinking much coffee and eating breakfast, we decide to explore the park across the street. Paula had actually popped over another morning while I was still sleeping (I have been up super late writing blogs and downloading pictures while she sleeps away) and she said it was beautiful. She wasn’t wrong. It was especially nice with the sun beating down and all the families out enjoying their Sunday. We spent at least an hour there before making our way to the Picasso museum.
Besides the incredible artwork, the building was amazing and hidden in a maze of the most beautiful old alleyways. It was a real treat. We really were not committed to seeing this museum since neither of us were real Picasso lovers however seeing his early work made me a fan and convinced me that this guy had real talent that manifested itself completely differently that the more known cubism/odd work. I have to say I have a new appreciation for that too although his pigeon series looked like something that Isaac might have brought home in grade two.
From there we decide to make our way to the waterfront. This is when fate took over. On this beautiful Sunday afternoon, on a day when everyone insisted all shops would be closed, except pharmacies, and Paula had just anointed me Lady Rosetta (for my excellent Spanish and Spanish pronunciation), we found ourselves in an alleyway of shops. Beautiful shops. All open. Just for us. In this alleyway a beautiful pottery woman with just the right amount of attitude called me into her shop and insisted that she too needed to explore the world and needed to come back to Canada with me. What was I to do? Alas, she is carefully wrapped and resting in my carry on (the blue one on the end). And what was I to do, when this alleyway lead into a square with a shoe store announcing RABIXE (or something like that), or SALE for you non-Spanish speaking types. And is it not fate, when every pair of Spanish made shoes that you love are there in your size? What do you do when the shoes find you? I had no time for advice but with such encouragement for all my friends back home, I bought not one, but two pairs of boots. I actually think the brown ones look a little like Dutch wooden shoes (plus they tie to the top) so they are kind of a souvenir from both places. For those that know me best, I did have my usual buyer’s remorse while in the taxi to the airport but with no way to turn back, I am making peace with all that.
So it was a great final day in Barcelona and we are sitting here in the airport waiting for an 8 pm flight back to Amsterdam for one final day on this holiday. Time has sure gone quickly.
We have just arrived at our very eclectic Hotel Sebastian in Amsterdam. It is hilarious. Our room is purple velour with mauve accented wallpaper. The first person I thought of was Gail Huang who just loves velour especially when it is purple. She would just love the purple velour lampshades. It is a little cozy and Paula’s lesbian phobia is rattling a little. It is funny because the beds in Europe are mostly twin but pushed together and Paula keeps separating us.
Our flight was a little delayed but uneventful. The flight crew and service on KLM was amazing. We did have a little mishap on arrival. As we were yaking and following the crowd we got distracted and went out of the baggage (aka secure area) without our bags. I figured I might just be able to sneak back in as someone came out although Paula was doubtful and stayed back. She later told me she thought I might get arrested or shot and didn’t want to be tangled up in that. As I tried to re-enter an alarm started going and a loud voice came barrelling over the PA. “Step away from this area (long pause), NOW!!!!!” So, I guess it wasn’t the best plan but we were not the first stupid tourist and we quickly received a contingency plan. So here we are, in our hotel, with our bags.
Until tomorrow.
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