At the Delta

We made it to Barceloneta with little drama except for the fact we landed in different terminals and I had to take a shuttle bus to meet Nicole whose plane landed later than mine. Of course, it took her 15 minutes to find me because I was waiting where I thought I should be, not where I actually should have been.

We napped and then had some mediocre tapas which was somewhat of a surprise although the place was really a soccer bar. Only tourists were having food there. Most restaurants don't open for dinner until 9 or 9:30 so you have to find a tapas bar if you want to dine earlier. 


Until the last minute, it seemed I would have no one beside me on the plane from Atlanta but then a perky, blonde nurse from Montana sat down and said she'd be my travel companion.  She's going on a 10 day tour with family. They're meeting in Barcelona but not staying here. They're going to southern France and into Italy on a private bus tour. 

The girl has been to Europe once before. I am mentioning her because she actually said to me, "I used to think Europe wasn't a country but now I know it's a country and Spain and France are cities." That reflects the state of education in the US. Also, she could become your future physician assistant. Luckily, she wants to go into pediatrics so the subject of cities vs. countries won't come up too much.

The above I wrote last night and after 3 hours finally found out (by googling) that the mobile app doesn't work any more and therefore wouldn't post it. Here in the Delta, we have no wifi so I'm now on my phone browser.

The drive to the Delta takes about 2 hours but we're here now, in the midst of rice fields.  Nicole and Beata went grocery shopping and we just snacked on pate, anchovies, cheese, empanadas and my new favorite thing, pickle stuffed olives. 



The pictures won't caption correctly so the middle one is the nasty tapas and the other 2 show the casita at the Delta.

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  1. LolaJune 12, 2019 at 3:08 PM

    I am so not surprised that you were waiting in the wrong place. Your casita looks great!

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    1. vJune 13, 2019 at 3:20 AM

      It's very cute. The guy built it himself. It's solar powered which means-gasp-no hairdryer allowed

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  2. John & TerryJune 13, 2019 at 7:01 AM

    More importantly, is there laundry equipment there that you need to decipher? We know how you love to do laundry while abroad.

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    1. vJune 13, 2019 at 10:47 AM

      Sink and a clothesline. I'm going to wear the same clothes every day.

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