In the better late than never section of our world travel blog, here’s Bailey’s Barcelona story.
Hello, Bailey here! I decided last minute before leaving England to book a lil 3 day side quest to Barcelona. It was just what my soul needed! Thank you Trav for the recommendation. I instantly fell in love with this city, its architecture, art, people, tapas + sangria, shopping and the general vibe. It truly is a beautiful place. I booked my stay at a hostel, The Central House Barcelona Garcia. From the front it didn’t look like a hostel and more like my last seen location. My first thought was that Kevy Metall was going to be the next Liam Neeson in the Aussie version of taken. Inside the place was beautiful, clean and the people were lovely! There is so much to see in Barcelona and I made it my mission to see as much as possible. I visited La Pedrera Casa Milà, Picasso’s School, tour of the Gothic District, El Barrío Gotíco, Roman Wall Ruins, La Rambla, Food Market, Erotic Museum, Park Güell, Palau de la Música, Sagrada Familia, Barcelona Cathedral, Hard Rock Cafe, Art Museum, The Dow Jones (stock market bar).
In an effort to save some coin I decided to train it to the airport for my departure because it was cheap and easy. Or at least it would have been if I hopped on the right one. It would have taken 2 trains & €5 to deliver me straight into the terminal. So confidently I hopped on the wrong train to the wrong terminal. It took me a few attempts but finally I was on the right track to miss check in by 5mins. So due to my poor time management and map reading it was another night in Barcelona & $800 for another flight + accommodation + a taxi to the airport. Follow me for more money saving travel tips!
The only affordable flight to get me back to London at a reasonable time was a red eye flight via Frankfurt, Germany. I arrive with 30mins to make my connecting flight. Let me paint a picture for you, I rock up to passport check with the hot combo of no sleep & no make up.
Looking good, feeling good. My passport photo is from 7.5 years ago when I had bleach blonde hair and was a spring chicken. The customs officer looks at my passport and shakes his head “Is this you?! Noooo.
Wow this does not look like you. I don’t know if it’s because you have make up on or what? But your eyes just look really squinty in person” as he pulls at his eyes to make them squinty. I look around for the cameras & Ashton Kutcher. Am I being “punk’d”?

















































































































