This post is definitely for those of you (hey Mom!) who have been raggin’ on me for not updating. Given that I turned 21 two days ago, that whole three-day block of October 14-16 was definitely not suitable blogging time, and I needed most of today to recover from the festivities. No excuses, though, right?
Anywayyyy, how was Barcelona? Absolutely magnificent. I honestly would like to go back in time and have a chat with Antoni Gaudi. That man is such a genius. La Sagrada Familia, La Pedrera, Casa Batllo, and (closing my eyes in rapture) Parc Guell are merely the four works I managed to view that exemplify this man’s vision of beauty at its most natural. Here are some snapshots of these ecstasy inducing places:
My camera died on me before I was able to get some Parc Guell action, but believe me, it’s something you MUST see if you’re in Barcelona.
Given that we WERE in Barcelona, of course my friend Katie and I went to the beach (my first time seeing the Mediterranean, woot!), and in between heavy sight-seeing, we were also able to make friends. Among them, there was this guy who kept telling me (in response to my type A personality need to be constantly doing something useful), “Don’t worry, Christine. Take it easy; you’re on holiday!”
Obviously, this person was not of the Christine Lu “I’m-gonna-wring-every-last-bit-of-culture-out-of-Barcelona-that-I-can-in-my-four-day-visit” school of thought. Thank goodness I learned to relax a little. I think my last day at Parc Guell would not have been as fantastic had I not appreciated that I was, in fact, on holiday. <Can you mentally read that without putting on a British accent? I think not.>
I did some other stuff, too. Katie and I took many a stroll around La Rambla, the huge (touristy) market street where we purchased matching fire-etched twig bracelets proclaiming that “K+C (heart) BCN” for me and “C+K (heart) BCN” for her. You’re hiccuping cute, right? I know; we’re precious.
We also got to gawk at all the goodies on display in this huge open-air market full of all sort of fruits, candies, veggies, and fungi:
There was also the requisite jumping in front of the cathedral picture–here’s Katie’s:
With a little dancing action we witnessed while ambling about thrown in.
Here’s a little love for Senor Colon, the man who “discovered” America. The Spanish must have felt they should honor the guy who “found” all that gold.
And finally, to end on a happy note, some beachy happiness:
This guy’s ^ sand castles were legit. Oh, and speaking of legitimate castles, Katie and I hiked up Montjuic (literally translated, Hill of the Jews) to see the Castille. The view of Barcelona was breathtaking. I want to go back.
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