How to Sleep Outside a Train Station 101, Figueres, Girona Edition:
- Travel on a Sunday.
- Travel on Easter Sunday
- Trust the Spanish public transit system. (Which is never on time)
- Have a bus driver who leaves 25 mins late from Cadaques because he was chatting with a friend.
- Have a bus driver who adds an unnecessary 15-minute detour.
- Watch from behind the crossing gates as last Barcelona train pulls into the station, and then pulls away.
- Miss connecting (and final) train by 30 freaking seconds. Make sure it’s 9pm Sunday night btw…
- Find bus offices closed and receive no refund or explanation from bus company.
- Don’t pay 250 euro for a taxi back to Barcelona.
- Decide to wait until 6:45am, Monday train.
- Buy 3 bottles of wine and some bocadillos and a pizza.
- Drink all bottles of wine and eat pizza, feel warm and comfortable inside train station.
- Get asked to leave the train station at midnight because they close.
- Post up next to vending machine outside bus station and play games all night.
- Catch the first bus out (3am) headed to El Prat Airport (NOT in Barcelona btw), which costs 25Euro.
- Be cold and desperate enough to pay an extra 25E.
- Arrive at El Prat at 5am.
- Take metro home from airport.
- 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.
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.