La Sangrada Familia
Casa Mila (still wish I went on the roof)
Me, being cute, as usual.
I would like to call him my Peruvian boyfriend. He is very talented.
Parc Guell
Tapas y Sangria
Parc de Montjuic
Mercado de San Jose
So, I have finally decided to update this thing. Last night I would have, but I was too busy watching the entire first season of 'The City.' The night before that, just catching up with Grey's Anatomy. I really should be interacting with the interns more, but really, I'm sure I am not as entertaining at the tv or computer in the boys' apartment, so I've been having 'Katie Time.' It is quite nice actually. And I've started cooking a little more. It is not much, and I am awful at steaming veggies, but its a step. I'm good at heating up refried beans and making corn tortilla quesadillas, and I am pretty good at making rice and I make a mean pasta and Nutella toast (my favorite). But that is the extent... so far.
Besides having time to myself, the rest of my days have been spent potty-training, diaper changing, singing songs, eating and cleaning. (We have 3 girls potty training at the same time. 1 of which pooped themselves, not once but TWICE, the second time playing with it. And 1 of the other girls pooped themselves too.) WHAT A GREAT DAY. filled with stinky bathrooms and poo filled panties. YAY.
Well, we reserved our train ride to Venice. We are leaving the night of the 26th. YAY. It will be fun I'm sure, except we still need to find a hostel (they are all expensive).
So my trip to Barcelona was lovely. I LOVED IT. We got there in the afternoon and spent the day sightseeing and hitting all of the hot tourist spots. The weather was awesome, not too hot, but sunny and warm. It was nice to finally wear my sunglasses and step out of gloomy cold Germany. We dropped our bags off at the hostel and booked it to the La Sangrada Familia, the most interesting, grandest church I have ever seen. it was perfect but unfinished. A mix of beautiful and abstract. It was elegant, but harsh at the same time. It was one of the most contradicting piece of art I have ever seen. But its Gaudi. The city is littered with him and his art. It is amazing. So after seeing that, we decided to walk to La Casa Mila and La Casa Batlla. I ended up reading the map wrong so all we saw was La Casa Mila. The others weren't impressed and I could tell they were annoyed and wanted to get going, so we didn't go inside or to the roof. Which bummed me out because I really would have loved to see those huge warrior chimneys on the roof. So I told them that was it, and we walked away... and headed towards Parc Guell. I will say, that I fell in love with this place. It was so neat. We took about 4 escalators to the top of a mountain, basically, and then walked around the other side and up another hill and around the corner and through some palm tree lined paths and well well well, it was a open platform that outlooked onto the city. it was beautiful. with mosaics and curves and raw rocks and performers and artists. It was great. From there we headed to the beach. They had no idea, we got lost, I had an idea to just follow the dock, but they didn't hear me, I guess. So we wandered and found it and ate genuine spanish food. We headed back to hostel and I slept for about 12 hours, no exaggeration. The next morning we decided to head south along the coast. I didn't want to go to Alicante, which was another 5 hours on the fast train, so we headed to Valencia.
Valenica was pretty great too. Nothing like Barcelona. But it was fun. We just happened to go during the Fallas Festivities. There were lights and decorations at every street. It was pretty impressive. It took a little to get there, so we got there later than expected. We ended up staying at the Holiday Inn. Haha. It was nice though. Own bathrooms, comfortable beds and it was just alittle more than a hostel per person. We ended up going to the beach... again... Just a little warmer. This time both of the boys went in. Too cold for me. WAY too cold for me. We stopped and ate a restraunt on the beach We then retreated back to the hotel and headed out for a "bull fight." Basically it was a bunch of men jumping into the pit and playing tag with the bull. The boys hopped in for a few rounds. They loved it. Megan and I got a kick out of it as well. We once again headed back to the hotel and tucked ourselves in for the night. The next morning we headed back to Barcelona, but we had to catch an 11 oclock train, so meg and I got Churros and went wandering around the center of town while the boys waited for McDonalds to open (ick). We made it back to Barcelona and once again dropped our things off at the kabul hostel (in this hostel we stayed in a 20 person room. ICK. it smelled like boys. Mike obviously picked this hostel out) We stopped at the Gaudi road or something near the La Sangrada Familia and ate pizza then headed to the hospital. It wasnt all that impressive or exciting. We ended up going to the Pac de Montjuic. It was beautiful and outlooked the entire city from on top of a hill. It was really breath-taking. From there we headed to the docks or piers or whatever and watched the sunset, then headed to Las Ramblas. It is a main pedistrian street that just happened to have artists and vendors littering it. We headed to the hostel for a free dinner and then bought some wine and went to the beach to consume them. After that we kind of went our seperate ways. Me and Megan went wandering for some Irish pubs (with the help of our personal consierge at the front desk at the hostel named Seth, but I called him Scott because he reminded me of Scott Alexander... a lot) We got lost, ended up wandering some streets and eventually finding something. We had to leave early in the morning to head back so we weren't out too late... but the boys on the other hand.... were hurting the next morning.
The trip was beautiful and exhausting, but well worth it. I think I am still recovering from it...
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