Yesterday morning I was awakened by lightning and thunder which raged on for about two hours. And there was rain too, about 17 mm (0.70 in), the most we have had since April. Apparently it affected my Internet connection as it was down for a couple hours during the heaviest downpours. Interesting that the ADSL modem/router indicated that the line was capable of supporting 14 Mbps, even though it couldn’t connect with the rest of the world.
I waited and waited for the showers to end before taking my morning bike ride. Since it was still coming down at noon, I decided to get ready for having lunch in town at El Rodizio Grill for my weekly meal away from home.
I had just started eating my plate of salads and other goodies when two friends sat down next to me. Stefano, an Italian from Milano living in Barcelona came along with his friend, a Brazilian who lives in Castro Valley, CA. All three of us flirted with the hunky Brazilian meat cutter from Bahia, who I’ve mentioned in the past.
Stefano’s friend and I shared experiences about living in the Bay Area especially the “scene” in San Francisco. Although he is ten years younger than myself, he encountered some of the same things that I had, which was one of the reasons for my relocating here. I also found that he and his “ex” both know our beloved iberianbear. It’s a small world after all.
After lunch I took the Metro L4 back to Estaciò de França to pick up my commuter train, Rodalies R1 (aka Cercanias C1). When I got off the Metro train at the Barceloneta stop, the conductor (operator) stepped out of his cab and shook my hand. I immediately recognized him, in spite of his MTB uniform. It was Antoni who I had met in Sitges a couple of years ago. He was decidedly out of uniform then.
Because of the arrival of the AVE, there have been work at the Sants train station and a number of the Renfe commuter lines have been disrupted. Fortunately the Metro system allows me to get where I want, albeit a bit slower. Interesting that at Estació de França despite the number of re-routed trains, there were no fare gates. So passengers could ride without having a ticket.
When I got back home, I headed out for my bike ride towards Badalona about 6 pm and still had a number of mud puddles to navigate around.