Barcelona

 

 

Nicole &I in Barcelona, sunrise at the airport in Girona, Spain.

Looking around at the "organized" clutter in my bedroom, I still can't believe that my Roma roommates and I won the "cleanest apartment" award last semester, and use of an apartment in Barcelona for the weekend. Only Nicole, Sasha and I could make the trip, but it was a nice weekend.

Highlights: Picasso museum [+ his collection of erotic Japanese prints...ahha], three hour bike tour around the city, sadly staying in the first night considering we woke up at 4 a.m. and all felt sick, being flashed by a creepy old man, Zara and Desigual, beautiful Spanish people, lost in translation at a tapas bar which resulted in paying for a lot of food we didn't ask for, watching an awesome flamenco show while sipping sangria, churros slathered in chocolate, gazpacho for lunch and paella at a restaurant attached to a market. I was also really excited that the McDonalds at the airport sold fresh orange juice.

We really didn't have a clue where we were going at night, so we definitely need to make a visit again when it's warm enough to lay on the beach. I also should revisit the Spanish language seeing as virtually all the Spanish I once knew from K-12 has since been replaced by Italian.

Sasha on a break at one of the points in our tour. We learned a lot in those few hours, and definitely pedaled our butts off.

This was the most gorgeous park, ever.