The obligatory transit post

The Barcelona metro, which one guidebook described as less extensive than in most European cities, was everywhere we wanted to be.

The stations were relatively easy to navigate, considering we spoke no Catalan and little Spanish. We never waited more than five minutes for a train, if that, and they let you eat in the stations. I had to remind myself that no metro cops were going to whisk me away to a dark, dank cell if I drank some water on the escalator like in DC. (WMATA officials take note: Despite food being allowed on trains and in stations, the Barcelona metro was just as clean as yours. So maybe you should tell metro cops to stop harassing thirsty tourists and hungry federal judges and start looking out for terrorists and pickpockets.)

On the other hand, the stations were not handicapped-accessible by any stretch of the imagination (not a problem for us, but still), and transferring lines usually meant walking a full city block underground.

Overall: Extensive and convenient, easier to find than the Boston T, but not as easy to transfer as DC.