Life in Barcelona pt. 2 - Visiting Cadaquès
So... here´s a story of overcoming:
During my stay here in Barcelona I made a friend, also from Brazil who happened to be staying in the same flat for two weeks and a half. We got along the moment we met and we started hanging out together.
One day I was at work and she sent me an audio message: "Camilla, are you at work? Look, what are you doing this Thursday?" and I said I would have the day off, so she said she wanted me to come with her visit one nearby pueblo (town) called Cadaquès, which is the city that holds the Salvador Dalí´s former house that turned into a museum and it was his favorite city in Spain of which he painted several paintings.
I got very excited with the plan so I accepted. That was when she started telling me the story, that actually she invited me because she met a friend of a friend of hers who got into her and invited her on a date to this town. He would rent a comfortable car because Cadaquès is 3,5 hours away from Barcelona and the actual plan was for the both of them. But she was not interested in him, she has a boyfriend waiting for her in Brazil, told him and still he was insisting, inviting her to places.
So what happened was that she told the guy I was coming along, he must have been a bit disappointed that he would not have a real date with her and also invited a friend of his, so that the situation would not be awkward.
I was really excited, being as interested in history and art as I am, being able to go on a day trip to Dalí´s favorite city and being able to visit his museum there, was an amazing experience.
We left the apartment early, went out for breakfast and waited for Jorge (that is what we called him, though his name is Jordi) and his friend to arrive by car. They arrived late because Jorge´s friend was on a hangover from the night before and so we started our day tour and everything was alright. The sun was shining, I had a bag with me with clothes to change in case I wanted to swim and a beach towel.
What I was not counting at all was that in some roads on the way, there were crazily big curves, and that made me so sick I ended up puking inside the car, before I could even put my head totally out of the window. Desperately, we pulled the car, my face green, I was completely dirty. Jorge was so lovely and nice, he was even trying to wipe the vomit off the car 😂. And I, then completely dirty decided to change my clothes, in the middle of the road, with the view of the mountains. After I was changed, we continued the ride to Cadaquès, but I was feeling very embarrassed all the way. Arriving in the city, Jorge took us to a place where we would have to do some tracking.
Because of my motor condition, I am unable to do tracking, and I never did. When I saw what was it about I questioned my friend, whether that was a tracking trip or not, and in the most honest way possible she replied: " My friend, I have to admit I am also surprised this is a tracking trip. He might have told me in his audio messages, but because he talks too much in one single audio, and I don´t speak Spanish, I must have skipped this part. My face went open mouthed to the ground 😱😱😱 . But I was not in a position to decline it, or say no, once I was already there and there was only one way out, and that was tracking. Jorge and his friend were very patient with me and so was my friend, because somehow she was used to do tracking.
I was super afraid of stumbling, falling, hurting myself badly, but they helped me so much that in the end I WAS IN THE VERY TOP and I saw beautiful views from above for which I am very grateful to have seen.
When we came back down to the car, Jorge turned to me and said he needed to thank me for having come, helping me do tracking made him see things in life fromn a different perspective and he was very happy for that.
I said: "Dude, I ruined your date, puked in the car you rented, slowed you on a tracking and you´re thanking ME?? "
But I´m glad to have survived to publish these photos.
During my stay here in Barcelona I made a friend, also from Brazil who happened to be staying in the same flat for two weeks and a half. We got along the moment we met and we started hanging out together.
One day I was at work and she sent me an audio message: "Camilla, are you at work? Look, what are you doing this Thursday?" and I said I would have the day off, so she said she wanted me to come with her visit one nearby pueblo (town) called Cadaquès, which is the city that holds the Salvador Dalí´s former house that turned into a museum and it was his favorite city in Spain of which he painted several paintings.
I got very excited with the plan so I accepted. That was when she started telling me the story, that actually she invited me because she met a friend of a friend of hers who got into her and invited her on a date to this town. He would rent a comfortable car because Cadaquès is 3,5 hours away from Barcelona and the actual plan was for the both of them. But she was not interested in him, she has a boyfriend waiting for her in Brazil, told him and still he was insisting, inviting her to places.
So what happened was that she told the guy I was coming along, he must have been a bit disappointed that he would not have a real date with her and also invited a friend of his, so that the situation would not be awkward.
I was really excited, being as interested in history and art as I am, being able to go on a day trip to Dalí´s favorite city and being able to visit his museum there, was an amazing experience.
We left the apartment early, went out for breakfast and waited for Jorge (that is what we called him, though his name is Jordi) and his friend to arrive by car. They arrived late because Jorge´s friend was on a hangover from the night before and so we started our day tour and everything was alright. The sun was shining, I had a bag with me with clothes to change in case I wanted to swim and a beach towel.
What I was not counting at all was that in some roads on the way, there were crazily big curves, and that made me so sick I ended up puking inside the car, before I could even put my head totally out of the window. Desperately, we pulled the car, my face green, I was completely dirty. Jorge was so lovely and nice, he was even trying to wipe the vomit off the car 😂. And I, then completely dirty decided to change my clothes, in the middle of the road, with the view of the mountains. After I was changed, we continued the ride to Cadaquès, but I was feeling very embarrassed all the way. Arriving in the city, Jorge took us to a place where we would have to do some tracking.
Because of my motor condition, I am unable to do tracking, and I never did. When I saw what was it about I questioned my friend, whether that was a tracking trip or not, and in the most honest way possible she replied: " My friend, I have to admit I am also surprised this is a tracking trip. He might have told me in his audio messages, but because he talks too much in one single audio, and I don´t speak Spanish, I must have skipped this part. My face went open mouthed to the ground 😱😱😱 . But I was not in a position to decline it, or say no, once I was already there and there was only one way out, and that was tracking. Jorge and his friend were very patient with me and so was my friend, because somehow she was used to do tracking.
I was super afraid of stumbling, falling, hurting myself badly, but they helped me so much that in the end I WAS IN THE VERY TOP and I saw beautiful views from above for which I am very grateful to have seen.
When we came back down to the car, Jorge turned to me and said he needed to thank me for having come, helping me do tracking made him see things in life fromn a different perspective and he was very happy for that.
I said: "Dude, I ruined your date, puked in the car you rented, slowed you on a tracking and you´re thanking ME?? "
But I´m glad to have survived to publish these photos.
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