10.22.06
Woke up 7 and got ready for our race. Hopped on the metro and headed to Sabadell. Once there we followed a couple of guys in running shorts all over town until we found ourselves amidst 1,000 other runners at a big, huge, club.
After a somewhat confusing start which involved not even knowing where the start line was we headed underneath a bridge somewhere at the back of the pack. Hollers, whoops and yells echoed in the underpass. It sounded more like a bullfight or a football match. The next mile we were in a gridlock until we discovered that you could run on the sidewalk. After that we passed throngs of people, literally hundreds. At around kilometer 6 we passed a group of people warming up their musical instruments, seconds later we were startled by an overpoweringly loud rendition of the Spanish National Anthem.
The race continued on throughout the town of Sabadell. Katie and Dad finished at around 380 out of 1,014 with a rather unimpressive time owing to the extremely slow start. Jamie missed the start of the race because he was taking a really great shit. After the race we were pleased to discover that the race organization offered fabulous t-shirts and little backpacks.
While we were stretching in the football green a race official approached us and aid they were honored to have guests come from so far away to run in their little race. He gave us great beach towels, backpacks loudly colored in neon green and a few magazines and a book about heir swimming and water polo club. We also posed for a photo which appeared in their local newspaper.
We returned back to Barcelona. After shower we had a lovely lunch on Placa Reail. Would you like my watch. Dirty Cheaters.
Our chocolate walk was non-existent because everything was closed. (Strike one for Rick James)
After a lousy internet experience Jamie and Katie headed to their cooking class/sangria drinking class.
We went to a restaurant where they demonstrated how to make sangria, paella, gazpatcho and tomato bread. Right after the sangria lesson 3 cute girls walked in and sat down next to Jamie and Katie. Turns out they ahd all studied at Cordon Bleu and are now working at Wolfgang Puck’s new restaurant in Minneapolis. Jamie and the ladies chatted the whole time and one seemed quite taken with his freshly grown goatee and moustache. We also talked to two strange Germans who were very nice but somewhat geeky.
The girls from Minneapolois had to leave early because one was not feeling well and seemed rather crankcy. The other two seemed very disspaointed to elave their new found Alaskan Friend.
We returned to the room to find out dad who had just been to the Erotica Museum. Actually he was at the Maritime Museum.
Dinner at a tasty but kind of snooty restaurant followed. Jamie was actually capable of olliciting the waitresses’ only smile of the evening.
After a somewhat confusing start which involved not even knowing where the start line was we headed underneath a bridge somewhere at the back of the pack. Hollers, whoops and yells echoed in the underpass. It sounded more like a bullfight or a football match. The next mile we were in a gridlock until we discovered that you could run on the sidewalk. After that we passed throngs of people, literally hundreds. At around kilometer 6 we passed a group of people warming up their musical instruments, seconds later we were startled by an overpoweringly loud rendition of the Spanish National Anthem.
The race continued on throughout the town of Sabadell. Katie and Dad finished at around 380 out of 1,014 with a rather unimpressive time owing to the extremely slow start. Jamie missed the start of the race because he was taking a really great shit. After the race we were pleased to discover that the race organization offered fabulous t-shirts and little backpacks.
While we were stretching in the football green a race official approached us and aid they were honored to have guests come from so far away to run in their little race. He gave us great beach towels, backpacks loudly colored in neon green and a few magazines and a book about heir swimming and water polo club. We also posed for a photo which appeared in their local newspaper.
We returned back to Barcelona. After shower we had a lovely lunch on Placa Reail. Would you like my watch. Dirty Cheaters.
Our chocolate walk was non-existent because everything was closed. (Strike one for Rick James)
After a lousy internet experience Jamie and Katie headed to their cooking class/sangria drinking class.
We went to a restaurant where they demonstrated how to make sangria, paella, gazpatcho and tomato bread. Right after the sangria lesson 3 cute girls walked in and sat down next to Jamie and Katie. Turns out they ahd all studied at Cordon Bleu and are now working at Wolfgang Puck’s new restaurant in Minneapolis. Jamie and the ladies chatted the whole time and one seemed quite taken with his freshly grown goatee and moustache. We also talked to two strange Germans who were very nice but somewhat geeky.
The girls from Minneapolois had to leave early because one was not feeling well and seemed rather crankcy. The other two seemed very disspaointed to elave their new found Alaskan Friend.
We returned to the room to find out dad who had just been to the Erotica Museum. Actually he was at the Maritime Museum.
Dinner at a tasty but kind of snooty restaurant followed. Jamie was actually capable of olliciting the waitresses’ only smile of the evening.
posted by Katie | 7:46 AM
0 Comments:
Post a Comment
<< Home