My last hurrah, really. The year is coming to a close and in three days I'll be touching down in New York, back in the US and back to reality. Which is a good thing, I think if I don't go learn something in real school (with tests, and papers, and research ahhh) my brain will leak out of my ears.
But before I get back to all that, I got to spend four days in beautiful Barcelona, in sunny Spain.
I left windy, almost sleeting, grey Germany and arrived to a sunny skies and beutiful countryside in Girona.
A flight of two hours with Ryanair becomes an all day journey when both airports are situated in the middle of nowhere.
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| Parc de la Cuitat Vella |
Finally arriving in Barcelona, to be honest I could feel myself relaxing, a tightness I hadn't noticed coming unclenched in my chest. There are parts I love about Germany, but something about Spain feels like home to me. The pace of life, the food, the weather, the warmness of the people. The Metro doesnt even open until after 6 am. No one arrives on the street until after 10. Going out to eat happens at 11. This is my kind of life.
It could also be that I stayed with two dear old friends from Guatemala - my old roomate Maria and our neighbor Alejandra. Maria dragged me all over the city to see as much tourism as possible, and Alejandra dragged me to the beach to lay in the sun. Maria's task was much more difficult.
Maria: We're getting up at 830! We're going to go see this and this and this!
Me:..... ahhhhh Oh god I'm going to die Maria
Maria: You get zero out of ten as a tourist
Me: I know
Alejandra: We're going to get up at 11 and lay on the beach all day and then go out to dinner at like 10 pm
Me: So on board.
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| A beautiful doorway in the Born |
I'm so glad I got to see so much Gaudi. The one thing that I knew I had to see in Barcelona was Parc Guell, a sprawling architectural park Gaudi designed that is full of mosaiced benches and interesting sculptures ( the view isn't bad either).
