You visit a Mediterranean city on the water, you have to actually go on the water, right? And so it was on this day …
A nice little three-hour cruise at sunset. What could be better?
First a nice long ramble down “La Rambla”, to the waterfront …
… and after a bit, the extensive waterfront – Barcelona is of and by the sea…
The walk took me past several harbors, including one filled with unbelievable yachts, the .001%-er place to be
Then I reach the Olimpic Harbor – built for the ’92 Olympics of course – and I found my boat. A nice 45′ Beneteau. Yay.
I meet the skipper and my fellow passengers – about 8, from Germany, Switzerland, the UK, and one other from the US, pour a little white wine … and we are off into a stiff little 15 knot breeze.
And now I discover that the skipper Eduardo does not know how to sail! OMG. Seriously he is floundering trying to get the sails up. It’s kind of dangerous because he’s asking the other passengers for help and they don’t know what they’re doing of course … pulling the wrong lines the wrong way, using winches incorrectly, sigh. I am biting my tongue so hard I cannot tell you.
Finally he gives up, rolls up the sails, and we motor all the rest of the tour, which turns out to be a tour of the inside of the .001%-er harbor. Well that’s fun, I guess…
The crescendo for Eduardo was he didn’t know how to dock properly, ended up with a 3′ gap between the boat and the dock, and people were having a hard time getting off. I jumped off and walked away fast. It was “fun”.
And now for dinner! What will happen? I need something nice to recover. Google “Michelin star restaurants”. Wow there is one right nearby, Enoteca Paco Perez. I walk over.
Now I have to confess, I am dressed 100% yachtie. My white shorts (see previous posts), Gucci polo, topsiders, white Helly Hansen jacket embroidered with my boat’s name (for the record, it’s “Mojito” – no not the drink, but “little magic”). I walk into the restaurant and they are super nice but sorry so sorry we are full. But would you like a table tomorrow night? Well thank you, that would be lovely. Stay tuned for more on that! 🙂
Meanwhile, dinner tonight. Walk down to the water, find Agua, and have a rather forgettable paella which was at least paired with a nice wine. So be it. You get up in the morning, you never know what will happen.
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