Before we could say adios to Spain we wanted to make a little jaunt over to Gaudi's Parc Guell. We got detailed directions from our wonderful Spanish hosts the night before but once off the metro and into the street the park was nowhere in sight.
We asked a woman on the street for help, but no habla Ingles. She understood where we wanted to go though and was talking up a Spanish storm of directions. She had to say it three times but I finally understood "escalatora" and "a la derecha" and I knew if we walked back down the street we'd find an escalator on the right. Impresionate! Awesome!
We made it up the hill to Parc Guell for some amazing views of the city and copped a squat on the world's longest park bench, before booking it back to hostel where we'd left our bags for two euro and heading to the aeropuerto.
We checked in with plenty of time before the flight, but after 20 minutes of sitting at a mostly empty gate we were getting a little worried. That's because there was a gate change (I definitely don't know the words for gate change in Spanish).
We checked in with plenty of time before the flight, but after 20 minutes of sitting at a mostly empty gate we were getting a little worried. That's because there was a gate change (I definitely don't know the words for gate change in Spanish).
And the plane was already boarding. Help! Ayudame!
We booked it across the airport, running down halls and flying over mechanical walkways to land at our gate just as the sign at the gate desk read "Boarding. Last call."
It was a smooth trip on Vueling Airlines for around 30 euro and when we landed we were in Roma!
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