Barcelona by Bus

Exploring

There are some things you just can’t argue against in life, for example: free food, having a lie in, and that nothing will ever top a cup of tea after a long hard day. Similarly, when someone tells you you can get to Barcelona for five euros, its not a question of if, but when.

The trademark blue and yellow coaches of Megabus have been transplanted onto European soil, complete with their giant ‘£1’ signs, British drivers and UK plug sockets. Destinations include Brussels, Amsterdam and Cologne. The particular route in question runs from London to Barcelona, making stops in Paris and, thankfully, Toulouse.

Myself and two of my fellow au pairs decided to take full advantage, and five hours later we were back in our favourite city. Luckily, Barcelona doesn’t seem to sleep – so arriving half an hour shy of midnight was no obstacle to enjoying the nightlife.

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Plaça Reial is an obvious starting point for any first timers. Wedged between Las Ramblas and the Gothic Quarter, its centrality is only one of its merits. Offering both bars and nightclubs alike, there’s something for everyone. But be warned, a scenic square comes with a price, expect to pay anything between 7 and 10 euros for a G&T – which while very large and arguably ‘worth it’ – may be found cheaper elsewhere with a bit of effort. Many Barcelona ‘veterans’ would in fact deter you from this side of Las Ramblas – too many tourist traps, not enough authenticity, but pretty lights and a fountain are enough to sway me any day.

Don’t expect clubs in Barcelona to liven up until well after 2am, giving you plenty of time for some late night tapas and drinks elsewhere. Much of the nightlife is located out of the city centre, but the well connected metro will take you there, and on Saturdays you’ll be able to use it for a full 24hrs – a city with our best interests at heart.

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Since we had all been to the city several times before, the pressure was off to rush around and squeeze in all the sights, instead our energy was put into actually enjoying the city itself. A great way to experience it is by bike, you can get a real ‘feel’ for a place going around on two wheels, especially if you’re only there for a short while. Barcelona being the hipster paradise it is, you can’t walk down a street without seeing the slickest road bikes known to man. Yet, personally opining that dutch bikes are underrated in the cool stakes, an affordable rental from Color Bikes in El Raval suited perfectly.

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The sheer size of the city and its many distinctive districts means not only are there endless possibilities for your day and night activities, but a whole host of accommodation options. Airbnb offers a fabulous aray of swanky apartments to suit all types of trip, but if privacy isn’t an issue I would certainly recommend snapping up a bed in one of the Be hostels that form a game of join-the-dots on the city map. At below 10 euros a night, you can rest your head and sleep well in the knowledge that you’re receiving excellent value for money.

It goes without saying that the best time to visit Barcelona is NOT in the height of summer, when the city can be bursting at the seams with overcrowding. Either the spring or the autumn are optimum for an altogether more enjoyable visit, and as we discovered, the weather can stay pleasantly mild well into the month of November.

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One Week In

Journal

Tomorrow marks one week since I arrived in France. In many ways I feel settled already. I’ve gotten to grips with the town – mainly just being able to get to the train station, the swimming pool, and the supermarket. I’ve gotten to know the girls a little and feel I have a good grasp of the family dynamic, although, the hard part could be figuring out where I fit within that.

Maybe that happens in week two.

This first week I’ve already:

  • Lost a child
  • Witnessed one temper tantrum and one breakdown into tears.
  • Been told off for loading the dishwasher ‘wrong’.
  • Been swimming twice. Find something you can do and stick to it – right?
  • Forgotten my swimming costume once, with the result of wearing lost property – yes In hindsight that’s pretty gross.
  • Been for three bike rides. Simple pleasures, plus – helmets are really nice to wear in the heat.
  • Dealt with a broken down bicycle. A man literally stopped his car at the side of a busy road and helped me. Who said the French weren’t nice?
  • Been stopped and asked out on the street by a creepy man donning a wife-beater and sunnies.
  • Been harassed by a homeless woman in Toulouse who called me egotistical, selfish, and a ‘beautiful bitch’.
  • Had four different types of red wine. This seems mandatory with the evening meal: not complaining.

A few photographs from my week:

 

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So Doorknobs in Toulouse are cool…

Bike ride along 'Le Touch' with a fellow au pair

Bike ride along ‘Le Touch’ with a fellow au pair

Chez moi

Chez moi

Pearl, or 'bébé-chat'

Pearl, or ‘bébé-chat’

The Garonne

The Garonne

 

 

 

 

Salut Toulouse

Exploring

All alone, with a ten journey ticket, a pocket map, and a peach in my bag, I made my way into Toulouse for the first time. I put thoughts of not actually knowing how on earth to get back to my suburban house out of my mind, and replaced them with thoughts of how on earth I’d find my way around the city.

Getting to the city from my side of town requires a split journey. The first leg is on the SNCF (the smallest two-carriage train I have ever been on), the second is by Metro (also small enough to rival Glasgow’s subway system). Altogether it takes roughly fifteen minutes, hardly a long commute. I wondered if, with my glaring pale skin, camera bag around my neck, and a permanent facial expression of anxiety, I looked like a tourist – most likely.

I decided to alight at Capitole, mainly because Place du Capitole is the place I recognised most from my pre-departure Google investigations. The metro isn’t actually situated in the square but in a more shaded and bench-friendly area around the other side of the Capitole building. Luckily my instinctive sense of direction (watching the other tourists) lead me through a grand neo-classical archway of the imposing town hall, and got me slap bang in the middle of the famous square itself.

Capitole

Capitole

Market at Place du Capitole

Market at Place du Capitole

I treated myself to some people-watching on various benches around the city. There is a definite cosmopolitan feeling to the city, which could be due to its large international student population, but there’s something to be said for Its geography – closer to Barcelona than to Paris, it figures that the city feels more Mediterranean than its prim and proper big cousin.

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My hunger forced me to practice my French. I came across Chez Jean, a café, where I bought a salmon wrap to go, and an Elle magazine (the chic way of learning the language). I used my pocket map to navigate myself to the river, an ideal scenic lunch spot filled with like-minded city goers. The laid-back atmosphere of the Garonne’s banks mirror that of the city’s streets, but provides a welcome breath of fresh air from the bustle of the centre.

The streets – like many old European cities – can be a little winding and confusing, but everywhere you turn there are sign posts guiding you in your desired direction, or, when all else fails, Capitole.

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Day one in Toulouse was a success. I’m left with a good impression of the city and its people, which I’m excited to explore over the next few months. Hopefully I can work on the looking-like-a-tourist thing by then.