We left Barcelona this morning via rent-a-car almost event free. The phone charger did catch fire before we left the parking lot and filled the car with an acrid and no doubt toxic mix of noxious fog however we pressed on determined to leave the city dent free.
Despite the left hand drive car, no signs in English, seemingly no real road rules, and a car still emitting fair volumes of malodorous gas we finally made “The Freeway”.
“The Freeway” is a clever contrivance designed to frustrate you by requiring regular stops at strategically placed intervals where you are required to insert your credit card in exchange for multiple pieces of paper which are probably receipts, but who knows they’re in Spanish, as are I might add all the instructions. Learning by trial and error we now have a wad of chits about the size of a raffle ticket book and probably no credit on the well used credit card. On the plus side we only had to back up out of one of the many cash extraction bays once due to not converting the Spanish symbols to English symbols quickly enough.
By the way the purpose of all this was to get to Figueres a delightful village just short of the French boarder and home of the Salvador Dali museum…. WooHoo liquid clocks and long legged elephants who could resist that?
Cadillac convertible with the mother of all hood ornaments and a boat on a pole in case of really, really heavy rain.
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