|Sagrada Familia, Barcelona|
"The trains don't run in the rain?"
"Not in Spain."
This was today's lesson on this, the last day of a two-week trip through Spain.
So, once again, my trip to the airport was derailed. Flying into the country, I accepted the kindness of a stranger (a friend of a friend, actually) who offered me a ride in from the airport since a general strike had severely limited all other options. Today, I got drenched flagging down cabs in the Passeig Gracia.
Ah well. Its a small hassle in what has been a genuinely soul-stirring, two-week adventure in Catalonia. I've blogged a bit about it on my Weight Watchers blog. I'll also be running a series of columns on the experience, which I'll link to from this blog once they appear.