Friday, December 23, 2011

Barcelona Part Two: I feel like I'm in Jurassic Park (AKA Germans be creepin')

Cut to the next morning when we wake up in our itty-bitty bunk beds and I oh-so-gracefully pirouette out of the top bunk with the lightness of a 5-year-old ballerina, we had an interesting bathroom experience. First of all, it was almost exactly like being back in the dorms: communal showers, no where to put your shiz, signs on the doors warning against theft of electronic items (okay, but seriously… who’d be stupid enough to leave electronic items charging in the bathroom overnight? Someone who has far too much trust in the morality of 18-26 year olds.). Then, as we were brushing our teeth, two shirtless German men cam waltzing into the bathroom like nothin’. Kyle and I sort of just stared at them for a second while they stood behind us, oddly rubbing their sternums and smiling weirdly.

“Gurls?” One asked us.
Me: Um, obviously.
Kyle: I think he meant the bathroom, not us…
Me: Still quite obvious that this is the ladies room…

After we convinced the shirtless Germans to go away, we finished getting ready and ran for our lives out of that hostel. Our plan? Go to Park Guell, another of Gaudi’s crazy ideas. Unknowingly, however, we took the Podunk “side entrance”, which involved us going up escalators randomly placed in the middle of nowhere. After trekking through some serious cacti-forests, we found the Gaudi part of Park Guell, which is super cool. Homeboy was crazyyyy.

The city from Park Guell... cool, eh?

After Park Guell, we mostly just walked around in search for food. After food, we went to the Palau de Musica Catalayna, which is this absolutely beautiful music hall—as in, one of the most beautiful things I have ever seen in my entire life. The entire experience was made even more interesting by the fact that Kyle and I could only buy tickets for the last tour of the day—which was in Spanish. Thankfully, we understood everything—apparently studying Italian does pay off.  The stained glass in this place was freakishly beautiful. It was simply amazing. I wish I could have taken some pictures, but that shiz was on lockdown. Copyright shmopyright.

Like bosses, we went back to Les Quits Nits for dinner. I had some sausage-mushroom dish, while Kyle enjoyed delicious salmon. Then we put our game faces on and headed to a Flamenco event at one of the local bars. Even though the bar was in a sketchy area, we bought tickets and got drinks (the strongest rum and coke in the history of man… he literally poured us a glass of rum and then gave us a small bottle of coke. I felt like I was doing a 5th grade science experiment trying to get that thing to taste good…) and sat ourselves down. We could not believe how many people showed up, and this bar was tiny—like, probably had a firecode of 100 people. There were over 200 of us in there, easily. It was not comfortable.

The music and dancing, however, was amazing! There was a singer, a guitar player, and “Magical Mustache Man” (AKA the percussionist and jazz flute player), who played some opening songs before a flamenco dancer came on stage. She danced her little heart out. Flamenco is actually a very angry dance, if you ask me. There’s a lot of foot stomping and leg-slapping. After a brief intermission, there was a second set, which was just as good—if not better—than the first, especially since a bunch of people left thinking the show was over. Naturally, Kyle and I stole their seats.


That night we returned to Les Quitz Nitz for Round II of the day. The menu? Sangria and delicious desserts, of course! And then it was back to the hostel to meet up with my best friend Sarah (the one who came to Italy to visit me two months ago), whose flight got in at about 11 pm. She had an entire posse in tow—6 people in total, 3 of which were triplets. It was a full house in our hostel room to say the least…
Walnut cake. Walllnuuuttt Cakkkeee

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