I believe I left off as we shipped off to Barcelona. For some reason I was fortunate enough that you are allowed to fly within Spain with only a copy of your passport. So I didn't have any trouble getting on the plane. Quirk and I had booked a really cool hostel in a great location, but we weren't able to check in until later that afternoon so we wandered around the city until we stumbled upon Sagrada Familia, the famous basilica designed by Gaudi. (Sorry it's come to Google-imaging things. Trying to keep your interest.) Not knowing anything of Sagr
ada Familia other than the fact that it was famous, Q and I were both a little bit ticked off to find that it was covered in scaffolding and taking pictures was a task. After waiting in line for an hour and a half, we opted for the audioguides so we could really immerse ourselves in the experience. Well, I'll fill you guys in so you don't feel like as big of d-bags as we did when we found out that this basilica is famous BECAUSE it's still under construction. Woops. Misplaced anger at the cranes. (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sagrada_Fam%C3%ADlia) It was a really really cool place, though. Even from a non-Religious Studies point of view, I think. The whole place was so detailed. Gaudi literally thought of everything. Which leads me to believe that maybe he was a bit of a crazy. But that's okay.That night we went out to explore the famous boulevard in Barcelona that's full of little carts and street performers called La Rambla. It was pretty cool, but I have discovered since I arrived in Europe that I don't do well in really crowded places, a trait that Quirky and I share, actually. So we rushed down the street to the marina where we hung out for a while and told each other how much we love water like 12,000 times. On our way back up La Rambla we got stopped by a bar promoter who told us that "My Bar" had a special on chicken wings that night. Stop right there, there are few things in this world that I miss more than Wings Over Worcester, so we decided to stop in. Bummer: the wings were gross and expensive. Super bummer: while we were sitting at dinner (and I stupidly put my purse on the chair next to me with my coat) said purse was stolen. Needless to say I made a scene, and poor Megan was once again in charge of keeping me composed (or trying) and helping me sort out the mess that I'd found myself in. The bar owner comforted us telling us that another woman had her purse stolen from inside the bar earlier that day. (All that says to me is that this dude needs to get his establishment under control, but anyways..) So we went to the police station to report the incident. I'm pretty sure that the police station in Barcelona exists solely to file reports of stolen purses and wallets and nothing else. So as I wailed to the poor woman making the report she told us that she'd had her purse stolen in Barcelona twice. I'm obviously just sharing these stories so you will think I'm less of an idiot, and more of a victim. But we all know I'm an idiot. haha
So not having a camera or a wallet sufficiently tainted Barcelona. Which is a bummer because I think I could have really enjoyed it. The weather was incredible, and it was one of the most beautiful places I've seen yet. But, obviously, I harbor animosity toward everyone in t
he city. Especially anyone with a red Longchamp bag... We did have one fun night, where we went on a pub-crawl sort of thing with the kids in our hostel. Met some fun people, boogied the night away at Club Roxy. Quirk got actively pursued by a girl from Alaska and a Spanish waiter. I laughed as she did her best to hide from them. Our last day in Barcelona we wandered around Gaudi Park, which is definitely one of the coolest places I've ever seen. We spent some time listening to a (definitely drunk/probably high) Spanish man wearing a leopard leotard, motorcycle boots, a fringe vest, and star-shaped sunglasses play the guitar and pretend to sing songs in English. Definitely wish I had a picture of him...At this point, it seemed best to just put all of the nonsense of Barcelona behind us and have a positive outlook for Paris, where we would be spending New Years and meeting up with our friends. Hard not to have a positive outlook when that's on the horizon.
Baci!
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