Where We Did The Dumbest Travel Mistake,
Manage To Salvage The Situation,
And Realize We Really Didn’t Ask The Tour Company Enough Questions
The timing this morning was tight: we had a driver coming to pick us up at 8:30 to take us to the train station for our 9:27 train to Barcelona. We got up extra early, and made our way to the dining room for breakfast, only to discover that breakfast started at 7:30. Oops. I guess we knew that? This was an omen.
Nonetheless, we figured it out, and we were ready at 8:30 when Abel our driver showed up, and off we went.
Part of the challenge with the train was that we each had one large suitcase. Andy had our big backpack, and his computer bag. We also ended up with TWO wheelchairs: we brought my transport chair for the airports (airport assistance is unpredictable at best, and horrible most of the time), but the tour company had also rented a better wheelchair for the duration of the trip. We wanted to use that one for the daily stuff, because we knew it would handle the sidewalks, streets, and cobblestones better.
As we’re driving along, it is dawning on us that we have no idea how we’re going to get our stuff to the train. I’m googling away as to whether there are carts available at the station – NOPE. There is assistance available, but you have to request it in advance. I’m beginning to wonder why our tour company contact didn’t tell us any of this stuff? And also it’s obvious we didn’t ask enough detailed questions about this train business.
As I’m googling away, Andy suddenly gasps and says: “WE LEFT THE PASSPORTS IN THE SAFE IN THE HOTEL”.
HOLY SHIT
Excuse us while we take a moment to freak out.
We ask the driver to take us back to the hotel – it’s all of 10 minutes, but now the chances of making the 9:27 train has dropped dramatically. As we’re heading towards the hotel, Andy calls our emergency number for the tour company, and explains the situation. The tour guy says, don’t worry, we’ll figure this out. He will put us in contact with a local tour contact, who will call us back. The guy assures us that all will be well. Worst case scenario, we take a later train, it’s ok, it’s all good.
For some reason that doesn’t really help. But we did ask him if he could arrange for assistance for when the train arrives in Barcelona. He says he will take care of it. Ok good, at least maybe that will make it easier once we get there.
We get to the hotel, Andy gets the stuff out of the safe, and the front desk person says,”Well, at least you thought of this before you got on the train!”.
We are now racing back to the train station. The driver lucks out catching a couple of green lights, and we get there more quickly than the first time.
The clock is ticking, but we think we have a shot at making that train. It’s a matter of getting our stuff TO the train.
Andy has the backpack on his back, his computer bag on his shoulder, and is toting two big suitcases. I have the small wheelchair precariously balanced on the bigger wheelchair. This is not great, but we’re doing it.
We have to go through security first. I think I may have cut in line. Not sure, didn’t care.
Once past security, I head straight towards platform 2. It is 9:25. I am toddling as fast as I can, with the smaller wheelchair, once precariously perched, now starting to slip out of my hands.
We get to the gate. At first the gate staff tell us we have to use the escalators (WHAT!?!), and then rethinks that. She uses her keys to open the door to the elevator, and – even more importantly – calls down to the staff waiting down by the train to hold the train, because we are coming! Bless that woman’s soul.
The train staff is waving us on – “YOU HAVE TO GET ON NOW!”
Like, no kidding.
They finally decide that watching us flailing around trying to get onto the train is not helping anybody, and they finally pinch in to haul bags, chairs, and me onto the train – noticing that one of the footrests from the small wheelchair is missing. That’s the least of our worries.
And then the train staff tells Andy that Barcelona is the last stop on this line, and we will have 5 minutes to get off the train or be stuck going back towards Madrid. Oh, goodie.
At last we are settled in our seats. Andy is able to get ahold of the local tour rep and confirm that we are on the 9:27 train. And the local tour rep confirms he has set up assistance.
Apparently breakfast was ordered for us! So second breakfast it is.
These are some photos of the scenery and one of our train car.







At some point during the ride, a staff member stops by to confirm that we requested assistance. It occurs to me that we really don’t know what we’re supposed to do – get off the train? Wait for somebody?
But we decide that we’re getting off the train within that 5 minute window, because we’re not taking any more chances. We pack up and position ourselves by the door at 12:55, about 10 minutes before we’re scheduled to arrive. Which was a good thing, because a long line of people has formed behind us.
As the train pulls into the station, an announcement blasts over the speakers: “MIND THE GAP BETWEEN THE TRAIN AND THE PLATFORM”.
When the train comes to a stop and the door opens – YIKES – that gap is HUGE. Andy manages to get me off the train, and then all our stuff. We still don’t know what the story is with the assistance, when a guy randomly shows up and asks if I’m Amy Sheldon. Yes, indeed, I am.
“I’ve been looking for you!”
I told him that we didn’t know what to do, so we got off the train to make sure we didn’t end up back in Madrid.
With his help, we make it up to the main lobby, and there is our driver! Woohoo!
Amazingly enough, we made it, with all our stuff, including our passports!
Our hotel is in the heart of old gothic Barcelona, with a similar “I’m going to get lost in these alleyways” feel like Venice. Our hotel staff is simply marvelous, overflowing with helpfulness. Our room is fantastic.
After we’ve dropped off our stuff, it’s time for lunch. We go to a place recommended by Fajad – tapas with a Belgian twist.


Not pictured: mushroom croquettes
According to our schedule, we had tickets to a flamenco show at 6:30, so we had a little time to organize ourselves in the hotel and maybe take a nap.
We asked Fajad for a recommendation for dinner after the show, and he made reservations for us.
We walked over to the venue for the flamenco show. They can’t find us anywhere in their reservation system. Andy called our tour rep, again, but spoke to a different person who didn’t seem particularly helpful to me. She talked to the ticket guys, but everybody seems to be scratching their heads. We’re about to just buy the tickets anyway and get reimbursed, when the ticket guy just hands us the tickets. He said that he didn’t know what happened, but here you are.
We are in the front row

The dancers were marvelous. It was also very loud.My only disappointment is that the woman didn’t dance with her castanets.
It’s a bit difficult to capture their motion in stills, but this interface won’t let me upload videos.





For dinner we went to another place recommended by Fajad. Fabulous, just like the first one.




Tomorrow: We accomplish Goal 1 of this adventure: The Sagrada Familia




























































































































































































































































