- the Barcelona metro's sound for "arriving at a station" sounds a lot like some of the notes in "Leaving Earth" from the Mass Effect 3 soundtrack. I was near tears often on the Barcelona metro.
- in Spain, when you are waiting for service at a train station, there appears to be a law stating that for every two people in line, there must be at least one staff member standing about gossiping. If there are 20 or more people waiting, it's time for the siesta and all of the staff will leave. They will eventually come back. Sometimes the next day. You will wait a long, long time for service at the train station in Spain.
- that said, in spite of being very slow, and not speaking any English (while my Spanish is limited to about 20 words, four of which have to do with eating and two of which are about wine), once you do eventually get to the window, people will try very, very hard to help you, spending a long time on your claim and generally bending over backwards to be of assistance. So while we waited forever, eventually someone would help us and be incredibly good to us, not to mention tolerant of said broken Spanish when they did so.
- on our last day, wandering around a park on our way to the museum of modern art, a buff gentleman asked us the time. Jesse told him, he thanked us, then whistled to a man across the street. Then he crouched down, and hid behind some bushes. He whistled to his partner again, moved forward a few feet, crouched down once more. This went on for a good minute, and I still have no idea what he was doing.
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