Barcelona! The City of Win!
So much happened in Barcelona that I will only be able to touch on the highlights. Partly because I'm at work and only have 20 min of lunch break left, and partly because I am completely overwhelmed by the expansive narrative. So here goes - Barcelona Abridged:
On our first day, we rode around the city on bikes. The tour was really long and lasted about 4.5 hours.
Which was fine by me, since we were basically chilling at the beach and checking out places like...
....Isabella and Ferdinand's castle from the 1400s where Chris Columbus got his big break..
...and the local bullfighting arena....
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...caution, what's about to happen is disturbing...
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... where this guy got his.
We walked the streets of El Born...
..of Barceloneta...
..and La Ribera...
..and Barri Gotic.
We basically lived at La Boqueria.
Did
I
mention
the
boqueria?
Because, I mean...
I meant to.
We took tree-umphant poses (Punny!)...
...and we took three-umphant poses (Punnier!).
We saw some Gaudi at night.
We saw some Gaudi by day.
Honestly, we didn't really care about Gaudi.
We did care about Camp Nou, however... its MORE than a club!...
....and we loved the magnificent Cathedrals...
...Ok, maybe there is *one* cool Gaudi creation. But its not finished yet, so maybe it doesn't count?
We became fluent in hobo napping....
...and surprisingly fluent in Tapas.
I mean... we needed at least a little bit of literacy to keep up with these culinary riches:
Yes, our interest in the language extended to fancy paella (which is Castillian, not Catalan) as well as....
Xurros y Xocolata.
Dayum.
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We drank a little bit along the way...
...while strengthening our fortytude...
...while possibly finding our roots on a bottle of Cava...
...while sampling the local brew...
and a few (gnarly) imports....
...and it led us to some...
...slightly questionable...
...often strange....
...sometimes flashy...
...sometimes cheesy...
(artistic rendering)
..sometimes awesome...
...and always ridiculous places.
Sometimes we even had hangovers.
Barcelona was super,
super,
super fun.
Partially because the city is awesome,
but mostly because I was lucky enough to travel with the best brother in the world.
I had a great time, and look forward to many future trips with my bro.
But maybe next time we'll omit the Barca Lung (or.. as it was also titled: the 'Iberian Infection.')
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P.S. I'm skipping Brussels pt. Deux because it mostly involves me being frustrated, strangers puking on the floor, being overly exhausted from Spain, and almost getting mugged but for the grace of Maculay Culkin and the gods of travel. Skipppppppppppp.
