I can’t believe this is my last weekend in Barcelona.

Three of my roommates left the country for the weekend, but my roommates Olivia, Lauren and I are making the most of our last few days in Catalonia. Yesterday, we checked two items off of our “list.” We rode the Teléferic (cable cars) to Montjuïc, a beautiful mountaintop park overlooking the entire city. (It was kind of a touristy thing to do, but it turned out being one of my funniest memories.) We visited Montjuïc as a group one of our first days in Barcelona, so, as cheesy as it sounds, it was a “full-circle experience” to return to the mountain as our time here comes to a close.

Half the battle was getting to the cable cars. I did as much research as I could about the process of making it to the Teléferic station, but every website I found made it seem so effortless. All I knew was that we needed to take the Metro to a certain stop (which we did) and transfer to something called the Funicular, which would supposedly take us to Montjuïc. The Funicular train was basically an airport “plane train” on steroids. Let’s just say it really was quite the adventure. (Watch the video at the end of the post to get a full glimpse into the journey!)

After the cable car expedition, Lauren, Olivia and I walked down the mountain to the Plaça d’Espanya. It was hard to tell at the time, but looking back, we were HANGRY. We found the nearest café and did as the Spanish do – we had our afternoon pick-me-up (café con leche).

Later that evening, we hung around the Plaça d’Espanya area, which features a (supposedly) famous fountain show on Friday and Saturday nights. Many people on our trip raved about the fountain show, so we figured it would be a perfect way to end our last Saturday in Barça. The entire plaza area was packed, which was expected – but there were some avid selfie-takers who caused havoc and a lot of laughs during the show (which made it hard to actually enjoy the fountain). We still managed to have fun (despite Lauren getting hit in the head with someone else’s selfie stick).

Yesterday’s expeditions reaffirmed one of the best lessons I have learned this month: When you don’t really know what you’re doing, just follow the maps and signs (if they exist), smile and go with it. You’ll end up in the desired location eventually – and if not, you’ll probably discover something even better.

Hasta luego,

Darcy