On our way to SFO at 5:15 Tuesday morning, Connie and I watched a large full moon, striped by a couple of thin clouds, set over the hills. It was amazing and I considered it good omen for our journey. Oddly and even more fun, as we approached the coast of Spain with the marine layer below a smooth and even gray fading into varying intensities of yellow on the horizon, Connie spotted something strange out the window. It was a bright orange/red horizontal disk in the distance as if there were an intense fire just below the cloud cover. Over the next couple of minutes it gradually changed shape until it looked like a bowl and began fading from sight. Just before disappearing completely, a bright crescent began forming above it and soon it became the rising sun. Good night Moon. Good morning Sun.
Door to door, 22 hours. Our hotel is on the Ramblas, the Pier 39 of Barcelona. Picking a hotel from the travel sites is chancy, but we did well with this one. Small with small rooms, it’s updated and delightful. After some rest, we had a variety of dishes at a café in the Plaça Reial (contrary to Rick Steve’s advise) and came back and hit the hay.