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Cheers!!

Barce is like home to me! I've had the fortune being here at least four times, and each time I come, I find myself traveling down one of the alleys discovering a new cafe or ecclectic shop. It's full of mysteries around every corner. It also contains some of the most beautiful architecture and art. It's full of great lighting, and your wish is granted in some way or another on the streets of Las Ramblas.. where you are bound to find exactly what you are looking for.

My friend, Lidia, who is from Barce took my sister and I out for REAL tapas! If you ever are in Barce and looking for a great tapas place, go to La Esquina! Mussels, octopus, sangria,... the list goes on and on. The food is so delicious that we came back again and again and quickly became regulars during our stay:) The waiters joke around with you and make your time worthwhile as they entertain you with their tales of woe and keep your bill so that you cannot leave! Our waiter informed me that he would be my "gift" for the evening, which kept Lidia and my sister in hysterics the rest of the evening.

Mate in its truest form:) Gracias, Andreas!
When we returned the next couple of days, our original waiter had not shown up, so we were given a different waiter. When our original waiter arrived and saw us, he made an immediate v-line for us and told the waiter that he wanted to trade the table for him. Our waiter argued with him and the other waiter told our waiter that I was his girl and that the others (my sister and Lidia) could be his girls for the night. I was told that if I was good I would be given a chupa choop:) He kept traveling by our table putting two fingers on his eyes and then on me letting me know that he was watching my every  move. In the end, as we were leaving, he hurried over to me, and kissed me on both cheeks.. the other waiter chased him away, and he hung by the window watching us walk away:)

Those of you who have been to Barce know that Catalunyans consider Catalunya to be its own country.

. they have their own language (Catalan), their own customs, and their own version of castellano. They don't like people from Madrid!! :)

I hung out with some of the guys from my hostel who were headed over to watch a futbol game at a local pub...watching Argentina, one of my favorite teams was wonderful, especially when an Argentinian came along! I learned all about Che from him, about music, about his perspective on Argentina and life there. He shared his mate with me.. it reminded me of tea.. it is a ceramic glass filled with herbs with a small silver straw. It tastes like bitter tea.. I guess it is the rage in Argentina. It was from that moment on that I became determined to travel to Argentina to see if for myself.

My hostelmates and I traveled to Parc Guell where we climbed up ravines and statues and fountains entertaining the tourists.

We even attempted a rock climbing escapade as we scaled some of the walls:) On our way down we met an older man who was reclining along the path on a stone wall. It, he said, was his couch!:) He seemed very much at home there and told me that this was his home...

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Cheers!!
Cheers!!
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