We spent the day tooling around Castelldefels with a minor goal in mind: obtain a flat iron and groceries. We scored on both counts, winding through the suburban Spanish city thirsty to drink down whatever nuance and culture it had to offer. Our vacation town is a sleepy one dominated by beach life with a slight downtown area anchored by a small mall. We did it all in a half day. Through the experience I learned that we can navigate this city with little difficulty, and that the citizens here are mostly friendly and knowledgeable—especially along our bus route.
At one point several people on our bus needed to teach the driver where to go. She got lost twice along the route, swapping ours for a route she was more familiar with—one belonging to an entirely different bus. I’m guessing she was a first time sub on the route and had what o like to refer to as muscle memory in regards to her own route experience. The passengers corrected her and helped her navigate back to the actual route.
Twice.
it would have been less funny and considerably less warm had we not been hard chilling at the time and enjoying the detours. If we’d been trying to catch a train or a similar deadline had been in place, it wouldn’t have hit so funny.
but this is a vacation and we have been fortunate enough to enjoy the calm and nuance of not having to be anywhere, or when we have then having enough of a lead up time to make it work without stress. The most stressful part of the trip so far has been overexposure to the sun. That’s a fixable problem.
I needed the quiet and the away time. I did t know how much until I fell into it.