The next day, no one left Barcelona… and there was a lot of chatter, complaints, confusion, and downright anger. What were we supposed to do? We were in a strange city, with language barriers, and no one knew how to contact help, or who to contact, or how long we would be holed up AT OUR OWN EXPENSE. There were mini meetings, gripe sessions, lots of rumors and people were scrounging around for any solution to get them home, except now even more of us were testing positive.
We scurried to our rooms and emailed our tour company, our long gone guides, and anyone who we thought could help. We had to make new arrangements for our car storage, and cancel appointments and notify families and friends who were expecting us home. It was a hot mess, as they say…and desperation had a strong hold on us. And the UGLY American was starting to surface.
We were given a “contact” in ROME ,ITALY! I am not sure how many people sent off urgent emails to this contact, but I sure did. It was strange emailing a person in Italy about our issues with the US
government in Spain. But, she did respond, and at first I don’t think she was aware of how frustrated we were all becoming. The next day a woman showed up as a facilitator for all of us and it didn’t take long to realize she was well in over her head! But she tried. Mostly she had to listen to complaints, and when she didn’t satisfy our questions, she made a plan to CALL the contact on ROME…..the next morning.
So Steve and I felt pretty good and here we were in a beautiful old city, so we just got dressed and took off on our own to explore Barcelona.
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