Bill has given up on taking the train into Barcelona. I’m already regretting not just staying there. This morning we drove from Sitges into the city. Thanks to the GPS, Bill found a parking deck right by Sagrada Familia. From there, we could take the touristic bus, avoid the train, and see the Gaudi sights.
The parking garage was just a couple of blocks away from the church. We spotted the church right away; it is too huge to miss. But we had more trouble figuring out where to go in. I had the description of the entrance for people arriving from the Metro or the tourist bus. It took me a couple of minutes to figure out we were on the back side of the building. I should have just looked for the line; that was a give-away. It wasn’t too bad a wait in the drizzle. I’d decided to drag along my guide books to help me get the most out of the sights. It did help me point out small details to Kaitlyn to try to keep her interested.
Inside, you can take an elevator to a platform between two spires. The line was about 2 hours long (so said the sign). The sign also said the trip isn’t recommended for anyone who is afraid of heights. I don’t really know why I even considered riding in the elevator. The long line spared me from that.
The church is a work-in-progress. That means it is a construction site. They would never let people walk right by a hard-hat area with welding going on in the U.S. Here, it’s just part of the appeal. I guess.