No but seriously, I need to blog while it’s fresh. In a nutshell, Barcelona was
amazing! A beautiful city. I loved it. Ok, here’s why…
First of all, it took us over 24 hours on like, seven
different trains to get from Amsterdam to Barcelona. I believe Esack and I may have forgotten to mention that
from Berlin to Amsterdam, I lost my phone. Bummer. We had
an overnight train to Am*dam (I’m very trendy, try to keep up) and we slept the
night away on our top bunks, assuming that we would easily wake up when we
arrived since Amsterdam was the last stop. Apparently we missed all that because at about 8 am our
cabin door slammed open with a hearty, Dutch accented “AHMstahDAHM?! You have two minutes!” Ughhhh the worst way to wake up. Somewhere between making sure I didn’t
leave a shoe behind I must have forgotten my phone in the tangle of
sheets. At least it wasn’t my
passport. And now that it’s gone,
I don’t have to worry about losing it anymore! Sick logic, I know.
Anyway, I started telling this long winded story because one shift
you’ll notice from our trip from Berlin to Amsterdam is that all of a sudden,
I’m in a lot more photos! I was the
more prolific photographer before my phone flew the coop.
So, 24 hours, seven trains, Barcelona, where was I? Finally, when we got to Spain we had a
little bit of summer! Up until
then it was cold in almost every location we’d stayed in. Well, Singapore was disgustingly humid,
and China was slightly less disgustingly humid, but those weather conditions
alone don’t usually equal summer.
Anyway, we finally had some heat and sunshine! Together!
Perfect Fanta drinking weather.
Oh yes, in Amsterdam Esack and I also discovered the fine art of
European Fanta, made with real sugar, it’s what I imagine spouts from the
fountains in heaven. It’s what
oompas loompas probably drink with breakfast, it’s… it’s… delightful. It’s orange soda. Ok I’m done. In Barcelona we bought an orange Fanta almost every morning
from the hostel. One day we tried
the lemon and immediately regretted it.
Esack will deny this, but seriously orange is the way to go.
We made friends with the lovely woman who worked the front desk
at the hostel. She was adorably
scatter brained and she LOVED Esack’s (very respectable) attempts at
Spanish. She was able to point us
to a great restaurant called La Fonda where we tried paella and sangria for the
first time. Along with gazpacho and
Iberico ham with asparagus. The
paella was very tasty but not exactly brimming with fruits of the sea. There were exactly two of everything. Still, it was great.
We walked along a very famous street in Barcelona called
Passeig de Gracia (I am pretty sure that’s what it was called). It’s a great shopping street and it has
some famous architectural spots designed by Antonio Gaudi. He designed two houses on the street,
and I believe some lampposts. The
lampposts weren’t being as avidly photographed by the hordes of tourists, but
as an art history major, I can appreciate boring stuff like that. The houses were amazing! One in particular is designed to mimic
skeletal structures and it is really beautiful in person. We also visited Gaudi’s infamous, unfinished
cathedral Sagrada Familia. It’s
the melting wax church. It was
immense in real life and totally breath taking, although it is and seems
forever will be under construction.
I never really understood how you can finish architecture that someone else
started, especially when it looks like melting wax. I think the best part of Sagrada Familia was the pinnacles
that seemed to be topped with bowls of tropical fruit. I mean, that’s religious architecture I
can get down with. We ALSO visited
Gaudi’s famous park, Park de Guell.
It’s high up above Barcelona so you can see the whole sprawling enormity
of it all. There is a sitting area
with beautiful tiled benches, a small church and baptistery that are very
gingerbread house-ish. From the
park you could see the low-lying landscape of Barcelona, all orange and dusty,
and then to one side up sprang Sagrada Familia, like an evil melting lair of
some demon. Very cool. While we were in the park we also found
a little feral cat, a busker covering Coldplay songs, and some American study
abroad students smoking pot! Wowz!
So, while we were in Barcelona we didn’t JUST track down
Gaudi architecture we also… went to the beach!
Huzzah!
Even though I’m the whitest white girl ever, I love the
beach, and I’d been whining to Esack to go forEVER. We decided to get up really early one day and hit the beach
before it got too crowded and the sun got too hot. There is a huge beach right next to downtown called
Barceloneta. The sand is lovely
and the water looks beautiful, although it’s allegedly very dirty and was too
cold to go in past my knees. It
was a very European beach, aka topless, and at first that was kind of strange
but then we got used to it.
Really, everyone minds their own business and most people were just
there to get a tan or read a book.
It was so much more relaxed than any beach I’d been to anywhere else. I did get one beach souvenir, a
horrible sunburn! I’m still
peeling, two weeks later. Oh to be
a fair-skinned princess! And
luckily it was only on the backside of my body. Hooray! And to
top it all off, the sunscreen I did apply did make some attractive streaks on
the backs of my legs. I submitted
to Esack’s jokes as long as he agreed to help me apply the aloe. A fair trade in my opinion.
Our last night in Barcelona Esack and I decided to try
paella again. We got a
recommendation from a Colorado bro who gave Barcelona tours to go to a
restaurant called La Rei de la Gamba.
It lies admidst the touristy beachfront restaurants we try to avoid but
we decided to give it a shot anyway.
The paella was exactly what we wanted! Tons of seafood, yummy flavor, and perfectly cooked rice. We cleaned the pan easily. Actually, and we happened to see a
“friend” of ours from our hostel there.
Ok, well not really a friend, but a guy who was staying in our hostel
who happened to be from Pittsburgh!
Weird huh? There are
Pittsburghers everywhere…
Some other food highlights were a tapas meal we had. There were these little fried fish,
potatoes with curry sauce, roasted peppers and other yummy things. We also went to a delicious bocadillo
restaurant called Bo de B. There
is always a huge line and it’s essentially meat in a baguette, with sauce, and
then all these crazy toppings like peppers, lentils, cucumbers, corn,
cabbage. Esack ordered chicken,
with every sauce, and every topping.
I ordered steak, repeat, repeat.
We didn’t want to miss anything!
A final note on Barcelona. I always imagined that there S’s were distinct lisps. But not really… Also, Spain Spanish is
so beautiful. It sounds different
than Mexican Spanish. I think so
far, it’s the most beautiful language that I’ve heard. It bubbles and rises and falls like
music. I had to stop myself from
just staring at locals when they spoke.
It’s a good thing you don’t have to stare to listen. But so their S’s. It’s really more like a soft T. That’s the best way I can explain
it. And so, with that, I will no
longer make fun of Barcelonans (Barcelonitos?) with a lisp. I guess I was wrong about that. And to think! I thought Americans were right about everything! This trip is doing strange things to my
head….
On to France!
Skeletal Gaudi house |
The fruit bowls on Sagrada Familia |
Tapas! |
Sagrada Familia from Park Guell |
Mean mugging tourist |
Esack's tourist shot |
Bunburn |
Gaudi's chapel and baptistery aka gift shop. Nice! |
Sangria man! |
The roosting pigeon that won our hearts |
Can I do it? |
I can, with a touch of lemon! |