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Jun 28, 2017, 10:30 am
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You and me both. In hotels with high floors and an open atrium, I have had to walk so close to hotel room doors that if there is a housekeeping trolley in the way, I need to close my eyes and squeeze past. The Hilton Garden Inn at FRA has this glass walkway on every level that just does my head in. So, it does not matter which floor I am on, I am a wreck every time. But, I like the hotel, so I just suck it up.
Jun 28, 2017, 10:37 am
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You and me both. In hotels with high floors and an open atrium, I have had to walk so close to hotel room doors that if there is a housekeeping trolley in the way, I need to close my eyes and squeeze past. The Hilton Garden Inn at FRA has this glass walkway on every level that just does my head in. So, it does not matter which floor I am on, I am a wreck every time. But, I like the hotel, so I just suck it up.
Jun 28, 2017, 10:10 pm
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Jun 29, 2017, 10:03 am
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Jun 29, 2017, 10:20 pm
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Jul 3, 2017, 2:19 pm
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VI. Visiting Andorra and Catalonia
We parked the car in front of our hotel, the A Casa Canut, where it was nice and simple to walk inside, hand the keys to the guy at the front desk, and he took it away to be parked for a very reasonable fee. The room I received was a bit on the strange side, in that it didn't have a desk or anywhere to sit in the room. It was, however, considerably larger and less expensive than the previous time I had stayed here. I guess being there in June as opposed to August made a huge difference.
After dropping our things off, we headed out into the city of Andorra la Vella to walk around and explore. After grabbing a coffee at the new Starbucks, we came upon this bridge which required a photo. If there wasn't going to be a passport stamp to document our visit to Andorra, a picture with this bridge would do:
Yes, I should have worn sunglasses...
Salvador Dali artwork near the bridge:
We continued our walk, taking in the sites of this quaint, yet very busy city nestled in the Pyrenees:
Looking out at the mountains:
All the walking had made us hungry, and it was already late afternoon, so retiring to a nice sunny square for some tapas and sangria seemed to be the logical thing to do:
Because octopus as a tapas in the middle of the mountains seemed so logical at the time...
We wandered for a couple more hours, and took part in some great duty free shopping deals, and ended up calling it a relatively early night so that we would be able to get up and enjoy the long drive back to Barcelona the next day the "long way."
After getting up and grabbing some Starbucks for breakfast (since we weren't hungry enough to pay 20+ euro each for the hotel buffet - even though I remember it being fantastic from the previous visit, we eventually checked out and headed out on our drive.
We had entered Andorra from the southern side which is the Spanish border, and would be heading out via the eastern French border. As with my previous trip to Andorra in 2014 the first stop would be Llívia, a small Spanish enclave completely surrounded by France. The route highlighted on the map below is the route that we took into Andorra from Spain.
We were planning to go out the east side on the yellow road you see, and head down the E9 highway to Llívia. On my previous trip I found this border of Andorra to be much, much more mountainous, and a very scenic drive. Views on the windy road leaving the city:
Snow-capped Pyrenees:
Unfortunately, since my previous visit, the big windy roads and switchbacks had been replaced with a giant toll tunnel, and we missed the turnoff to be able to take the windy road instead. Oh well, it made for a bit of a quicker driver, and given the fog and light drizzle it was definitely a safer drive as well.
Soon after entering France (where we couldn't find anywhere to stop for a passport stamp either) we came to right back into the Spanish enclave of Llívia:
The strangest thing happened after we parked in Llívia and started to walk around: the entire town seemed completely empty and there was nobody at all on the streets. We tried three or four restaurants to get a late lunch, and not a single one of them was open. It was the strangest thing.
We eventually did find one small restaurant and hostel open for lunch, and it was a three course meal. The proprietor spoke no english or french at all, and even his Spanish was a bit challenging. It was starting to feel like real Catalonia, until this strange noodle dish showed up:
There wasn't really anything more to see in Llívia since everything appeared closed, and we were well ahead of schedule to make it back to Barcelona in time for our evening flight, so I convinced Ian to go ahead and detour to Perpignan, France for an afternoon coffee. I think I just wanted to cross the Spanish, French, and Andorran borders as many times as I could in one day, but there were some super windy mountain roads on the way towards Perpignan:
Note how it winds all the way down into the valley:
Train trains for the Ligne de Cerdagne, otherwise known as the Train Jaune:
For perspective, leaning on a rock and you can see just how far of a drop is by how tiny the road right behind me looks in comparison:
Our good luck, we happened to be there right as the Train Jaune was passing over the bridge. Not a ride for those with a fear of heights!
We entered Perpignan, but had real trouble finding somewhere to park the rather large Mercedes on the small town streets. We eventually spied an underground carpark next to a square, and decided to head in. It was extremely narrow, and would have been much better-suited to a small car, but I did manage to park it and we headed back up to the square for a coffee.
The coffee was served complete with ashtray on the table, because...France. Also, the espresso was delicious, again, because...France! Unfortunately there were no crepes or other food to be had, because the kitchen was "on a break" and "who can say" when they will be back. Repeat with me....France!
After walking around I did manage to extract the car from the parking garage, and the highway back to Barcelona was in fantastic condition (and full of tolls) and we made it in just a couple hours, in plenty of time to catch our onward flight. It was time to get on island time now...
After dropping our things off, we headed out into the city of Andorra la Vella to walk around and explore. After grabbing a coffee at the new Starbucks, we came upon this bridge which required a photo. If there wasn't going to be a passport stamp to document our visit to Andorra, a picture with this bridge would do:
Yes, I should have worn sunglasses...
Salvador Dali artwork near the bridge:
We continued our walk, taking in the sites of this quaint, yet very busy city nestled in the Pyrenees:
Looking out at the mountains:
All the walking had made us hungry, and it was already late afternoon, so retiring to a nice sunny square for some tapas and sangria seemed to be the logical thing to do:
Because octopus as a tapas in the middle of the mountains seemed so logical at the time...
We wandered for a couple more hours, and took part in some great duty free shopping deals, and ended up calling it a relatively early night so that we would be able to get up and enjoy the long drive back to Barcelona the next day the "long way."
After getting up and grabbing some Starbucks for breakfast (since we weren't hungry enough to pay 20+ euro each for the hotel buffet - even though I remember it being fantastic from the previous visit, we eventually checked out and headed out on our drive.
We had entered Andorra from the southern side which is the Spanish border, and would be heading out via the eastern French border. As with my previous trip to Andorra in 2014 the first stop would be Llívia, a small Spanish enclave completely surrounded by France. The route highlighted on the map below is the route that we took into Andorra from Spain.
We were planning to go out the east side on the yellow road you see, and head down the E9 highway to Llívia. On my previous trip I found this border of Andorra to be much, much more mountainous, and a very scenic drive. Views on the windy road leaving the city:
Snow-capped Pyrenees:
Unfortunately, since my previous visit, the big windy roads and switchbacks had been replaced with a giant toll tunnel, and we missed the turnoff to be able to take the windy road instead. Oh well, it made for a bit of a quicker driver, and given the fog and light drizzle it was definitely a safer drive as well.
Soon after entering France (where we couldn't find anywhere to stop for a passport stamp either) we came to right back into the Spanish enclave of Llívia:
The strangest thing happened after we parked in Llívia and started to walk around: the entire town seemed completely empty and there was nobody at all on the streets. We tried three or four restaurants to get a late lunch, and not a single one of them was open. It was the strangest thing.
We eventually did find one small restaurant and hostel open for lunch, and it was a three course meal. The proprietor spoke no english or french at all, and even his Spanish was a bit challenging. It was starting to feel like real Catalonia, until this strange noodle dish showed up:
There wasn't really anything more to see in Llívia since everything appeared closed, and we were well ahead of schedule to make it back to Barcelona in time for our evening flight, so I convinced Ian to go ahead and detour to Perpignan, France for an afternoon coffee. I think I just wanted to cross the Spanish, French, and Andorran borders as many times as I could in one day, but there were some super windy mountain roads on the way towards Perpignan:
Note how it winds all the way down into the valley:
Train trains for the Ligne de Cerdagne, otherwise known as the Train Jaune:
For perspective, leaning on a rock and you can see just how far of a drop is by how tiny the road right behind me looks in comparison:
Our good luck, we happened to be there right as the Train Jaune was passing over the bridge. Not a ride for those with a fear of heights!
We entered Perpignan, but had real trouble finding somewhere to park the rather large Mercedes on the small town streets. We eventually spied an underground carpark next to a square, and decided to head in. It was extremely narrow, and would have been much better-suited to a small car, but I did manage to park it and we headed back up to the square for a coffee.
The coffee was served complete with ashtray on the table, because...France. Also, the espresso was delicious, again, because...France! Unfortunately there were no crepes or other food to be had, because the kitchen was "on a break" and "who can say" when they will be back. Repeat with me....France!
After walking around I did manage to extract the car from the parking garage, and the highway back to Barcelona was in fantastic condition (and full of tolls) and we made it in just a couple hours, in plenty of time to catch our onward flight. It was time to get on island time now...
Jul 4, 2017, 7:53 pm
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