We never did figure out how to access the WiFi in Madrid airport. Our flight to Barcelona was fine – the first truly cold air since we left home. I can’t help but think that the air lines are trying to save energy. Up until now I always felt chilly on planes – so I brought a shawl and wore a heavy top. This trip, up until the Madrid/Barcelona flight, we were warm the whole time.
All our bags arrived as promised in Barcelona, and we never did pass through customs. ??
We took a cab to the Olympic Port, built for the Barcelona Olympic games, where Clara and Jacques awaited us aboard the Dushi – Clara, Jacques and Jibe, their son Christia
n’s small dog who would be acc
ompanying us on our adventure.We toured the boat, received initial instructions on good sailing etiquette, settled in to our cabin, had a long-awaited shower, and sat on the deck with drinks and pictures of their son Francois’ wedding. An old friend of theirs, Nuria, and her friend Alberto joined us for drinks and dinner. Nuria had lived in Venezuela for several years, but is Catalán, and returned here with her children about 8 years ago. She now has her own successful event planning business. Nuria and Alberto were delightful company, and we thank them for a wonderful introduction to Barcelona.
We walked around the port, chose a seafood restaurant, with the Spain/Italy soccer match on TV, and enjoyed an amazing pot pourri of seafood tapas – a “pica pica” as Nuria called it. Then we said “good-bye” to Nuria and Alberto and returned to the boat, after a slight impasse with the marina watchman.
Our first night aboard – Señores, Buenas Noches!
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