We slept in late, while Tina’s family left very early to head back to the US. I had to go into Barcelona to make train reservations to leave the next day, and we were trying to decide whether I would go alone or whether we would all go for the day when Tina knocked on the door to say that they had decided to stay another day after all. I therefore decided to go in alone while they spent the day in Calella. They went to the beach.

Manwhile, I spent a very frustrating day taking the train into Barcelona, then the subway to the train station, then waiting in various lines to try to make the reservations. Unfortunately, I eventually figured out that the people who make reservations for trains were “on strike” until 3:30 that day, the most prerposterous strike I’ve ever heard of. So I had to wait all afternoon and then fight through the crowd when they returned. When I finally got to the window, I was told that the train tomorrow was booked. So instead I was given a patchwork itinerary of various trains that we would have to take to get out of Barcelona tomorrow. On the train back, I ran into a couple of Mormon missionaries on the train.  I was amused to learn that they were not allowed to go on the beaches, which is about the only thing worth doing in the area.

I got back around 6:30, and after confirming hotel reservations for the next night, we all went to Materro, a town up the coast from Calella, for dinner. We ate at a touristy place called Krunch that served mostly fried food. It was ok, but continued our unbroken streak of eating mostly lousy food in Spain. I’m not sure if were just going to the wrong places or if the food just isn’t very good here.

After, we walked the town a bit after dark, and then returned to Calella and turned in for the night around 11:30.