Barcelona continued
There´s something awefully charming about a place with no smoking signs on all the doors and yet, the first thing you see when you enter is a 70 year old man smoking a smelly cigarette behind the reception desk. Hostel Avinyo is in the gothic quarter of Barcelona. I never thought my broken French would get me so far in Spain but it has been a lifesaver especially after Chris´ little escapade to find accommodations the first night.
Barcelona is like an unassuming high class hooker with a heart of gold. She´ll charge you through the nose for everything Gaudi but then come back at you with a lot of little surprises you didn´t expect to find in the back streets. The city boasts Europe´s largest intact mideaval centre. Add the hundreds of little backstreets further north of Stag haven Rambla and you have yourself a party like no other. I must say that the Gaudi buildings have been a bit of a downer. The apartment building costs 16 euros to enter and the church, Familia Segada, is filled with scaffolding and charges you 8 euros still. The Park Guell was great had it not been for the hundreds of teenage school kids. Everyone was ruining my perfect shot of Gaudi architecture!
I also taught Chris the three words that I need to hear from time to time while we are in a relationship. Although simple they help to strenghten the understanding between us. These words were especially necessary after our fist night here: ¨You are right.¨ It also works in the past tense. He laughed long and hard and didn´t think I was serious at first.
After many hours of walking we found ourselves a perfect park bench yesterday. It turned out to be one of our best meals: a baguette, salami and beer. Who knew you could have so much fun with your back to the Mediterranean, watching the sidewalk of people and the patrons at the grocery store.
The city has grown on us each day we´ve been here. I think Chris likes it more than Paris.
Tonight we go dancing.
Pictures to follow.
Barcelona is like an unassuming high class hooker with a heart of gold. She´ll charge you through the nose for everything Gaudi but then come back at you with a lot of little surprises you didn´t expect to find in the back streets. The city boasts Europe´s largest intact mideaval centre. Add the hundreds of little backstreets further north of Stag haven Rambla and you have yourself a party like no other. I must say that the Gaudi buildings have been a bit of a downer. The apartment building costs 16 euros to enter and the church, Familia Segada, is filled with scaffolding and charges you 8 euros still. The Park Guell was great had it not been for the hundreds of teenage school kids. Everyone was ruining my perfect shot of Gaudi architecture!
I also taught Chris the three words that I need to hear from time to time while we are in a relationship. Although simple they help to strenghten the understanding between us. These words were especially necessary after our fist night here: ¨You are right.¨ It also works in the past tense. He laughed long and hard and didn´t think I was serious at first.
After many hours of walking we found ourselves a perfect park bench yesterday. It turned out to be one of our best meals: a baguette, salami and beer. Who knew you could have so much fun with your back to the Mediterranean, watching the sidewalk of people and the patrons at the grocery store.
The city has grown on us each day we´ve been here. I think Chris likes it more than Paris.
Tonight we go dancing.
Pictures to follow.
posted by LOTC at 5:14 PM
2 Comments:
Hi Gorgeous !!!
Glad to hear you're having fun...
Keep up the blogging and Pics..
George
ooh ooh! for dancing,
there's a place i used to go all the time in the Placa Real, just off the rambla, called Sidecar (pronounced see day car), i don't know if it's still there or still rad but it played rock and old punk and indie stuff till 5am.
there may be a large contingent of mulleted spanish hiptsters (unless they have moved on to another hairstyle in the past two years).
You may also see an intriguing/horrifying mullet/dreadlock combo.
There used to be a regular karaoke night there on Monday nights? i think, called Anti-Karaoke. You can do sweet child o mine or ace of spades etc. again i don't know if it's still on.
Yay Barcelona! You've got to hang out on the Rambla with a road beer at 6am and watch the action. good times. hope you're having a great time!
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