Girona, way home. European trip. Part 7
Girona (aka Girona) was not favorable to us. It was raining outside the windows. We didn't have umbrellas or raincoats. She wrapped her trunk and backpack in sewn-in raincoats, and pulled a hat over her head. We stomped on foot to the old city and then the sky above us took pity. We managed to see a little of the beauty of this cozy city.
Girona's old town is located along the Onyar River. A variety of colorful houses, with wooden shutters and beautiful drawings on the walls, like fortified walls protect the heart of the city from the wind. Many bridges across the river that dive into narrow passages, and you find yourself in a stone miracle.
Incredibly huge and beautiful Cathedral, cobbled stone streets, stairs, passages. The real Middle Ages! So you are waiting for a knight on a black horse to jump out from around the corner.
Start digging. We ran to some cafe, took coffee and sandwiches and waited for the rain to pass. Ball Internet, communication with loved ones, a warm room, the smell of delicious coffee. So we sat for an hour. And then it started to rain! The sky was covered with a solid gray veil, rivers flowed over the stones. We waited another hour for the weather to improve, but the sun was not visible. It was decided to run through the "closed" places. Leaping through the puddles, we wandered into the Arab baths, but there was pitch darkness, and only a group of Spanish schoolchildren laughed in the corners. Next, we tried to run into a couple of Cathedrals, but the weather was negative.
We decided to move towards the bus station. The rain began to fall even harder. On the way, we managed to run into some shops, buy at least some gifts (we naively left the purchase of souvenirs for the last day). When we ran into the bus station, they looked at us like we were crazy. Wet through, with backpacks, bags, in sneakers you can hear the champing of water. Puddles just flowed from us. We took turns running to the bathroom and changing. The rain covers didn't save our things, EVERYTHING was wet. There was no way out - despite the evening flight, we went to the airport to dry.
As soon as we left the city in the direction of the airport, the sun began to appear. It became terribly embarrassing. Girona must be incredibly beautiful on sunny days and we didn't get to see much.
For the next couple of hours, the hand dryer in the airport toilet became our best friend =) In order not to get sick, running around the terminal in our socks, we finally waited for our flight. So I wanted to go home, in warmth, in dry clothes...
