Chateau > Barcelona
So in between the Chateau and Barcelona we stopped in Avignon, where the Pope’s resided in France from 1309 – 1423. I was happy to get off the busy and get some fresh area, especially since everyone was still a bit shaky from the night before’s “P” party. This is when it was super apparent I had mud all over my pants.
Me: Is it that noticeable
Everyone that I asked: Ummm (they look) Oh yea. It is.
We all woke up from a really good sleep (surprisingly for me, right?) and got ready for the day. There was an optional Flamenco show at night, which I had decided not to partake in, since I had limited funds. Zac had said if there was anything I wanted to do optional wise, he would let me pay back later, but I still was a little overwhelmed with the bank situation, considering I had received an email that told me that the temporary card could NOT be unblocked and if I needed anything to just call the 1-800 (1-800- FUCK YOU) number on the back of it. After giving them a piece of my mind (putting it kindly) I ate my breakfast of bread and honey and headed to the coach. Everyone going to the Flamenco show was told to bring whatever they would need to change into that night for it, because the hostel was too far away to come back, change and go back into the city. We went on a shorter bus tour, see where the ’92 Olympics were held and getting a great view of the Barcelona from Montjuic. We got the chance to get out of the coach for a few minutes and see the city and port. Gaudi’s the Sagrada Família church sticks out like a sore thumb, but is breathtaking. It has always reminded me of a “drip,” sandcastle where you let the wet sand drip until it creates towers and buildings in the castle….which have always been my favorite sandcastles to make. Back on the coach and down to the city we went. We saw Barcelona’s Arch, where the matadors USED to perform and Gaudi’s Casa Batlló design (my personal favorite of the city). Then we got dropped off and walked over to the Sagrada Família church. The details are so intricate, with fruit and animals and people all in the structures design. It is still under construction from its 1883 launch with Gaudi’s involvement and is SET to complete in 2026. Gaudi, sadly was killed crossing the street and was not immediately taking to the hospital because he always dressed like a Hobo, so he was assumed to be one. He was eventually taking to a hospital and not given the proper care until a day later when he was recognized. He died a few days later. So sad. Anyway, we walked around the church, and headed back to the coach for our drop off place in the city…actually we halled ass to the coach because Rui had parked illegally and was having to battle off the police officers. Feeling depressed and crabby, I decided to hang with some girls in La Rambla for some sangria and shopping (well not on my part, why again did I think this would make me feel better). I tried my first gelato in Barcelona and fell in love. I am not usually too big on ice cream, but this was nice and creamy and not too much. I also noticed that all the homeless people had dogs and would hold the dogs in their arms…totally playing the sympathy card and it was totally working. We saw a few “gypsies” that just walked around with no teeth begging for money or lying in child’s pose on the ground with a cup in front of them. It took us a total of 30 minutes to walk down the main road and we ran right into the Christopher Columbus statue in the middle of the road, right in front of the port. Emma was determined to find the Havianas store that made custom flip flops (or jandals :) so I got to use my self proclaimed expert Spanish skills in asking the cops for directions to Los Zapatos store. I think they spoke English and were just being kind to me, honestly. We started to talk back and decided to check out the Market on the way. It was incredible with all sorts of fresh fruit, veggies, meat, fish and sweets! So many beautiful colors, not so many beautiful smells (fresh or not, fish smell is no bueno). We all got some fresh smoothies and I accidently dropped 2€ on the ground which was quickly picked up by a gypsies, “Gracias,” and she ran away. Whatever, what was I going to do, chase down an old lady and beat her up? I decided to keep a better handle on my now limited funds, but not before trying some dragon fruit, a pretty pink with black seed (no not watermelon) fruit that had always enticed me. It was ok, the consistency was a little funky, but whateves, I can check it off the old list of, “fruits that are pretty I must try.” We finally go to the Havianas shop, only to find out their machine that makes the custom zapatos was broken. We went to our second H&M of the trip and finally Zara. I popped in a Mickey D’s to steal their Wi-Fi (ok I didn’t steal it, I bought a poco coke). Emma, Kate and I headed back down La Rumbla to meet up with Brooke and Courtney to get some lunch and sangria! We went to a place that had a nice guy come out and tell us we had to sit there. The weather was really nice, but a little hot, so we sat in the shade, which was perfect. We had muy grande sangrias and tapas & pizza, which was part of a deal they, advertised. After lunch, we went BACK towards the port because we still had time to waste. We laid at the port on the dock and soaked up some rays before going back up La Rumbla to the coach pickup. Luckily, there were a few other people that were not going into the Flamenco show, so we were dropped off right at the beach. We played in the Mediterranean Sea for the first time and walked along the beach. Zamir, acted like a child, running into the water, but running away from it as the wave crashed on the beach. It was really sweet. We walked around the beach area and as we were waiting for the bus to drop everyone else back off, grabbed some pizza from a place that was selling it for super cheap. So much for a proper Spanish meal! Of course a proper Spanish meal, on the beach was hella expensive. And another thing, they were charging for people to sit down and eat, and it was extra to eat outside! Crazy, mind blowingness. I bought a pizza in the little place and since I asked for it to go, then went to eat it at a table, the manager freaked out and said there was no way I could eat it inside! Rude. There was a better atmosphere outside anyways, with the sun setting and the people walking, biking and rollerblading around. Joke’s on you, manager! The bus came and everyone headed straight to eat. We decided to get some gelato (after hunting for a churro place and being unsuccessful) at a place we had been to 3 previous times, then changing our minds before even ordering anything. We got back on the coach and headed back to the Hostel, deciding to not go out and get a good night’s sleep. I got there with enough time to tell my dad to please send the western union money to Venice and tell BofA to send my damn card to Rome.
Adios Barcelona! (I will be back on better terms next time, promise!)
Bonjour French Riviera!