A few weeks ago I said that I was claiming October for my own. A few days to rest, an adventure, and time to relax. Quality time with Sandy. The adventure started when Norwegian Air landed in Barcelona. With minimal Spanish and maximum smiles we explored Barcelona for 3 full days before cruising to Malaga, Cartagena, and on to Florida.
Arrival was an experience unto itself. After a few days of rest at home, we boarded a Boeing 787 bound for London’s Gatwick Airport. We arrived early both in terms of schedule and time of day. 4:30 in the morning, to be exact. Departing flights were backed up all day, and I’d be hard put to say the airport seats got softer. Finally it was out turn. The 737 departed and bounced through turbulence that made us long for the smooth ride of an angry bull. Barcelona had the same problem with excess planes, and they had the passengers deplane down steps onto the tarmac. Steps? This is not gonna be fun in my wheelchair, though I wondered if it would be any rougher than the flight. But here is where the magic begins.
Instead of using the front cabin door, after the other passengers were safely off, they took Sandy and me to the rear door. If you have ever had the displeasure of being taken
down the center aisle in one of those refrigerator dollies with a seat, you will appreciate Barcelona’s aisle chair. The door was approached by a machine that reminded me of something from the first Star Wars movie, only friendly. We were taken into a large, white box truck by two men. They then moved from the plane, lowered the
compartment, assembled a platform behind it, and lowered us all the way to the tarmac. Clean, safe, and fun.
One of the men is a designated guide for people using wheelchairs. He spoke fluent, American English. He was also quite familiar with American basketball and agreed with me about the foolish trades made by the Orlando Magic. He escorted us into the terminal and to Spanish Customs and Immigration. Passports checked, we were welcomed to Spain. Our guide then showed us to the restrooms, waited, and then took us to baggage claim. He helped us claim our two, small bags. Then it was on to the taxi stand where he got us a cab and told the driver our hotel and confirmed that the driver knew where it was.
We left home at noon on Saturday and arrived at the Hotel 1898 on La Rambla at 5 PM on Sunday. We had made it to Spain!
Thank you for stopping by and for your patience with the long interval between blogs. I promise that in a couple of days we can share our days in Barcelona.
Photos: Top photo is the window display of a bakery and deli. Long, thin sub sandwiches are stacked neatly in a crisscross pattern. Below the window the sign reads Entrepans Iberics. The second photo, on the right, is George sitting in a blue and black aisle chair. He is wearing all black and has on rimless glasses with a tint. In his lap is a red backpack. The white interior and large window of the truck are visible. The third photo is looking downward as two men assemble a railing around a huge chair lift.