| | After a bad pub night in Wood Green, I've got my sunglasses on even
though its not quite sunny out. Me and the roommates, plus some friends
are hopping a train to Luton for a flight out to Barcelona.
A few hours, I'm on the sketchiest landing ever and the wings are
shaking from side to side from the wind off the mountains. My hands
grip the seat handles so tight, my knuckles turn white.
Our hostel is right in the middle of the gothic quarter, where the
streets are narrow and winding. The view out of our barrack-like rooms
looks into this big plaza off of La Rambla. Lots of palm trees and
sunny, sunny 70 degree weather. Our group eats dinner at this Pallela
place on La Rambla complete with giant mugs of sangria. For giving them
so much business, we get two more mugs for free, which the sides of the
tables race to finish with several long straws. My side wins.
Back near the hostel, me and Sarah go out with her roommate to meet
some of friends of hers who take us to a club called Mojito where we
drink Mojito's and realize we can't keep up with spanish night life
around four or five in the morning so we catch a cab home.
The next day we walk around the beach of the Mediterranean and the port
nearby, visit the Picasso museum before wandering a bit more near the
port. I even have time to catch a relaxing cigar in the sun between the
old, old buildings before catching a flamenco show, which is really
intense but kind of goofy near the end. Good stuff.
In the morning we all rent bikes, which go great through the old city
and warm weather. We stumble upon some random parade where they are
carrying large figures presumably from the bible. I think. We bike
across town to the Gaudi park which we climb much to our delight. We
keep stopping to get group photos in front of incredible views that we
think are the top, but we keep rounding the corner toward more. We
finally come to a large stone tower with three crosses on top that we
climb up to see everything. I mean everything, all the way to that
blue, blue water. All we can do is sit and stare at it for awhile,
completely and utterly satisfied.
Back in London, the snow has melted and the temperatures back to normal,
which is not to bad. A few train rides later and we're back in
familiarity. I loved Spain. I'll be back soon.
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