Travel Blog

Laundry

I took these photos on my first day in Spain. I had no idea what to expect from this country; my friend and I had picked three cities on a map and said "We'll go here." Barcelona, Sevilla, Madrid.

Barcelona stole my heart the moment the cabbie dropped us off in front of our flat in Barceloneta, with it's bright blue front door and narrow staircase up to our cozy home. Barceloneta is right by the beach, and the streets are fairy-tale like and full of character. One of the most beautiful things to me about the streets was the hanging laundry. The bright colors blowing in the sea breeze added an extra element of beauty and timelessness.

When I was hanging my own laundry on the lines off our balcony, the wind snuck up and stole one of the towels provided by our landlord. It flew up and then down - right onto the laundry lines of the flat below us. Sarah and I debated what to do - should we go try to knock on the door and attempt Spanish with the neighbors, or just wait and see if the landlord will get mad that we lost his towel?

Before we left the flat to go find some food, I peeked down again at the neighbor's balcony. The towel was now pinned to their laundry line. I felt hopeless, and wondered if I should leave a ten Euro note for our landlord along with our keys, and what is the Spanish word for "towel?"

Later, after a night on the Ramblas, we climbed our staircase (slowly and with some effort, the fault of good local red wine), trying to be quiet to not wake the neighbors. The towel was hanging on our front door, warm and dry from the sun. I felt so relieved and silly - maybe it happens often in breezy Barceloneta, that neighbors are always drying each others lost laundry. I don't really know - but I was grateful to these unknown people that I would get to keep my ten Euros as we headed on to Sevilla...

Here is our laundry line.