Of course, JULIA had to get in the way of La Sagrada Familia (Spanish for "The Sacred Family), partway through construction.
The morning is a blur for me. I know that we got on the bus and wallked around this park with really beautiful architecture. I think it was the Gaudi Park. I was sort of half asleep the entire time. Not getting a good night's rest for a week was beginning to catch up with me. Every time we got onto the bus, I was asleep and had to be prodded awake to get off again. I vaguely remember an interesting conversation with my teacher about the Spanish there, but I hadn't used much yet (not a single miscommunication buying water--go me!!!).
Our tour guide was incredibly boring. La Sagrada Familia was a very nice cathedral (the trippiest I've ever seen), but he went on to explain the symbolism in all the art. The atheist that I am, I fell asleep standing up and almost toppled over onto one of the Texans.
The fruit lady.
After the cathedral, we went to this thing which had I name that I don't really remember because I wasn't listening to a single word anyone was saying. It was this area over-looking the entire city that was really pretty. I got a huge bottle of water and some chocolate, along with a souvenir for my nephew, so I had some energy to actually open my eyes. Our next stop was a small Spanish village, but we spent the entire time looking for a bathroom. Then this pelican started making noises, and it pissed it off, so we yelled at it. All it did was maaaaaah back at us.
We got dropped off in the middle of Barcelona
and were told to meet at the statue of Columbus in seven hours.
La Sagrada Familia
Immediately, we set off in search of food. Somehow, we ended up in the middle of Sephora. But it was the most bad ass Sephora I've ever seen (two stories of expensive make-up I'm too poor to buy), though they didn't let us take pictures of it. After a half hour of searching, we finally settled on a restaurant to eat and bought a shit load of pizza and had an intense discussion about bleu cheese. We split up after that, and myself and four others wandered around Las Ramblas
, which is a long strip of souvenir shops, and has a really awesome market.
First, we did a little bit of shopping in upscale places, splurging thirty-two euors on the clearance stuff (but it was worth it). I also got my sexy, Barcelonian sunglasses. 8) It took us about four hours to wander down the entire thing.
View of Bareclona from the park
The market we found was beautiful (if only we had found it before the 75 euro pizza). There was a huge stained glass window above it, and inside were tons of stalls with people selling fruit. We scoured the entire thing looking for the best prices, and found most of them in the back. We also found some awesome chocolate sticks. There was this weird, pink fruit that I've never seen before, but we were too scared to try it. But we did buy some amazing, all-natural fruit juice. The stuff I had was like strawberries and banana in liquid form, none of that processed crap we have back here at home.
Near the end of Las Ramblas
was where most of the street performers were. There was one man dancing to Michael Jackson, and another man stood in only a speedo and tried to get kisses from women.
Stupid fortune teller...we wanted fire!!!!
I've never seen anyone so hairy. There was this man who I thought was a woman that had this weird thing up to his waist that made him look like a tree. Then he was balancing this crystal ball on his hands and chanting. Then there was the lady completely covered in fruit. I got a picture with her. Stupid little bitch made me put in money before the photo, so I put in two cents to piss her off. And she smelled kind of weird. Not a good experience over all. There was also this guy who looked like a fortune teller. He had this weird, psychedelic music playing. Occasionally, he took a drink of wine, and then he would kneel down in front of a small carpet covered in broken bottle of wine and other liquors. He put a bunch down and smashed them with a hammer before getting up, drinking again, and then he grabbed a few knives.
Mosaics at the Gaudi Park
This is when everyone began to gather around.
He put two down his throat, twisted them, and then took them out again. It was pretty sad. As Jin said: "Okay, that was seriously lame. All he did was put two knives in his mouth and take them out again. It would have been cooler if they had been on fire, but there were ten, and he swallowed them. That just sucked."
We sat down on some grass near the Columbus statue before wandering down some random streets that we dubbed Rape and Pick-Pocket Alley. They didn't look very safe at all. After that, we got some gelato, except for Jin, who was depserate for a pita.
Around seven thirty, we went to dinner at a small restaurant where he had tapas. It was all good until I bit into what I thought was an onion ring, but was actually a calamari ring.
Yeah, we don't have that here. Needless to say, I almost vomited all over the place (for the record, I am not a squid person).
After dinner, it was back to the hotel. I went to bed rather early that night, considering I'd had a long day. But the next two days of the trip were all free time...we could do whatever we wanted...no supervision...I think the world might have exploded.