The final countdown
Our final day in Barcelona we woke up late and met up with our Danish friends at the standard meeting place, the McDonalds located across the Ramblas from our hostel.
They walked us over to the train station to consign our bags, only to find that there was no consign. So Ben and I spent a solid half hour searching for a business that would hold our stuff, trying everywhere from the Picasso museum to nondescript cafés until we finally found a bike rental shop with a young Dutch girl working the desk who agreed to. We kept the valuables on us, but left the rest with her. We had until 8 before she closed up.
So we found our friends at the beach and soaked up the last little bits of Barcelona beach before leaving. By 7:30 we were beginning to panic, having been looking for the bike shop for the past hour. Fortunately, Ben knew the name of the hotel on the same street, so we hailed a cab and got it to take us there. 7:45 we’re geared back up and on our way to the train station.
It was a somewhat unsentimental farewell to Barcelona, spent complaining about the service in the restaurant at the train station and watching the timetable uneasily out of the corner of our eye. When we finally got on the train we allowed ourselves to relax and reflect.
