Boy, I really stepped in it today. After breakfast we wanted to visit the Miro Foundation and the National Gallery of Art on Montjuic. I refused to take a taxi, preferring the Metro, and finally talked Violet into taking the Cable Car from the harbor which was only a mile away. Once we got to within 50 yards of the Cable Car station we discovered that it could only be reached by walking 2 kilometer around the harbor. Not a problem, because my online travel guide directed us to another Montjuic Cable Car station half the distance away, but by the time we reached it we had already climbed to the top of Montjuic. Oh well!
We walked 1 more kilometer to the Miro Foundation, dedicated to the work of the great artist Joan Miro to find that it is closed on Monday. Not a problem, because the National Gallery of Art was only 1 more kilometer away. If I had read my travel guide more thoroughly I would have already known that this venue, too, is closed on Monday.
That is when I stepped in it. If there is one thing that Americans excel at it is picking up after our pooches. The rest of the world, most notably those who live on or near Montjuic, has a lot of catching up to do because dog shit seemed to be everywhere, most notably stuck to the bottom of my shoe: Finally, a reason for Violet to smile on an otherwise unproductive Monday afternoon.
By the time we had hiked back to the Gothic Quarter we were ready for refreshment so we grabbed a table in the Cathedral Plaza, ordered coffee and shared some Tapas’. Lined up on the bar like beautifully arranged appetizers we took what we desired and spent an hour people watching in the cool Catalan sun. Finally, the waiter counted up our toothpicks, presented our modest bill and we returned to the hotel to reevaluate our final day in beautiful Spain.
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