My Body is Betraying Me
8.30.12 - 9.2.12 65 °F
August 30th: Barcelona
We spent our first full day in Barcelona walking along La Ramblas, the main thoroughfare in the city. The day was dark and cool and we missed most of the heavy rain. The boys needed closed toed shoes and pants for the clubs our hostel was planning to attend that night. We checked out the large food market, La Boqueria, and had incredibly delicious fresh coconut milk. Along the street, every 30 feet or so, men selling whistles tweeted at us and there were a few street performers in strange costumes, taking photos with tourists. For lunch we ate pastries, paella, pizza, and sangria in an upscale cafe. We returned to the hostel and joined our house mates on a pub crawl to a beachside bar and a club. We met a large group of Egyptians and ran into one of the New Yorkers we had met in Madrid a few nights prior. We danced for a few hours to popular American songs and took a taxi home.
August 31st: Barcelona
After the late night before, we awoke around 11 and decided to head to the beach by metro. The beach was surprisingly not crowded and a small breaze kept us from getting too hot. The boys immediately ran down to the shore and jumped into the ocean with gusto, while Audrey and I watched the bags on the sand and began to work on our tans. We noted the European way of tanning was more... revealing. It took me some time to gather the courage to enter the sea, since I had developed a terrible rash from the tomato juice trapped in my clothes at La Tomatina. I was embarassed, but my friends convinced me that swimming would cheer me up, and possibly speed up my skin´s recovery. The Mediteranean water was warm and very salty. We bobbed around, enjoying the sun, and occasionally goofing off by trying to launch one another out of the water. After a nap in the sun we lunched on paella, olives, pizza, anchovies, juices, and ice cream. We wandered through the old portion of the city, past Catedral de Barcelona and the Picasso museum and headed back to the hostel for another night of pub crawling. This time, we had a much larger, more balanced group of people with us and it seemed everyone had a very good time. We met people from Chicago, army men stationed in Naples, and saw our Egyptian friends from the night before. No one slept until about 5am.
September 1st: Barcelona
My worsening cold kept me in bed until late, but we managed to see a 14th centruy monastary, Monasterio de Pedralbes, and a beautiful park designed by Gaudi, park Guell. The view from the park, which overlooks the city from a large hill, was staggering. The late afternoon sun made every building in the distance a warm pink and we could see many of the places we had visited the days before. The park was quite crowded, probably because it was Saturday, so we had some trouble taking photographs of the interesting columns, buildings, and the famous mosaic lizzard. For dinner we wandered North of our hostel and stumbled onto one of the many restaurants situated on the edge of a small square. We had spanish wine, salmon in gaucamole, hamon-stuffed mushrooms, sandwiches, calamari, bread with tomato and olive oil spread, and potatos in a creamy sauce. Churros stuffed with sweet cream provided the perfect desert. And now, I´m off to bed to nurse my cold and my rash and to get a full night´s sleep for the first time in days. Tomorrow we´ll be visiting Sagrada Familia, the giant church designed by Gaudi and still under construction, as well as taking a very long train trip to Paris. Buenas noches!