Sleeping Outside a Train Station 101: Figueres

How to Sleep Outside a Train Station 101, Figueres, Girona Edition:

  1. Travel on a Sunday.
  2. Travel on Easter Sunday
  3. Trust the Spanish public transit system. (Which is never on time)
  4. Have a bus driver who leaves 25 mins late from Cadaques because he was chatting with a friend.
  5. Have a bus driver who adds an unnecessary 15-minute detour.
  6. Watch from behind the crossing gates as last Barcelona train pulls into the station, and then pulls away.
  7. Miss connecting (and final) train by 30 freaking seconds. Make sure it’s 9pm Sunday night btw…
  8. Find bus offices closed and receive no refund or explanation from bus company.
  9. Don’t pay 250 euro for a taxi back to Barcelona.
  10. Decide to wait until 6:45am, Monday train.
  11. Buy 3 bottles of wine and some bocadillos and a pizza.
  12. Drink all bottles of wine and eat pizza, feel warm and comfortable inside train station.
  13. Get asked to leave the train station at midnight because they close.
  14. Post up next to vending machine outside bus station and play games all night.
  15. Catch the first bus out (3am) headed to El Prat Airport (NOT in Barcelona btw), which costs 25Euro.
  16. Be cold and desperate enough to pay an extra 25E.
  17. Arrive at El Prat at 5am.
  18. Take metro home from airport.
  19. Arrive home at 7am.

While in theory, being stranded like that sounds miserable, we all decided to play the cards we were dealt and enjoy the mishap together, especially with a few, cheap bottles of vino. Very much the hilarious cherry on top of a spectacular day-turned-camping trip.

Figures is unique and calm with it’s wide streets and bell towers. The Teatro Museo Dali is an impressive collection of his work; but even more impressive was his ability to master a range of techniques from hyperrealism to jewelry design. The museum is a surreal experience with halls that zigzag and spiral up to a sun-soaked terrace. Plan to arrive early, as it gets busy after 11am.

Sidenote:

When I was 9 years old, I first learned who Salvador Dali was. My dad, who was 29 at the time, was invited to a Halloween party in the Hollywood Hills, and he brought me a long as his date. (Insert questionable-parenting face). The theme of this very hip Hollywood party was, fittingly, “Hollywood” (i.e. dress up as someone famous).. I went as my favorite pop-star and my dad went as Salvador Dali.

We spent hours beforehand looking for wacky/scary contact lenses for him to wear because he felt he needed to look “surreal”… and I still was confused about who the hell this Dali was.

On the car ride over he explained that Dali was a crazy Spanish artist, hence why he needed the contact lenses. He was also well known for his mustache.

So there I was, 9 years old, dressed like Britney Spears at my very first LA party, and my dad, aka Dali With No Contact Lenses, was the guy who brought some kid to a party. I never forgot about Dali after that.

 

 

 

 

 

Posted up in train station with our vino.

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