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So I know I went to Barcelona like, 3 weeks ago, but I wrote a whole post and then Nat's laptop ate it. Because it hates me. Because I type too fast. Really. And now I have pictures!
Originally my plans for the Easter Holidays consisted of - work, go the library and be interrogated by the lady in the Special Collection, work, create a nest of paper and live in it, piss around on the internet, work. And it was all going swimmingly, my housemates had left me in my nest and I was avoiding all human contact except the FB SPAMers (ILU but...) and the occasional escape to Nat's house where I would say things like "blughrg?" and "I found this caricature of the Prussian Army and..." to his housemates and they would back away slowly.
But then! Surprise tickets to Barcelona! Oh Easyjet, you may be horrible for the environment and have chosen the worst colour ever to paint everything you own (everything is orange, it's like walking into a satsuma) but your cheapness endears you to me forever.
I have never been to Spain before. Apparently this makes me unique among the English. I had a vague idea of what Barcelona would be like, but I was unprepared for just how gorgeous it is. The whole city, or so it seems, is made up of beautiful and utterly random buildings,
like this( spot the metal dragon! )
Also, it is right on the sea. I had no idea. I mean, I knew it was near the sea, but I did not realise that the main street actually goes down to the sea. Well, a marina/harbour with these cute floating boy!bouys.( I see the sea! )
Things we did in Barcelona!
We went on two funicular railways up into the hills, where the view was gorgeous( I heart views )
and a cable car. Eventually.
Lal: Um, I'm not sure about the cable car.
Nat: Are you scared?
Lal: Maybe? I have a very active imagination, ok, all I think about is cables snapping and falling and *makes wavy hand motions conveying 'horrible screaming death'
Nat: But they are completely safe and.. Oh, just stop being such a girl!
Lal: ?!?!
Nat: You heard me. Wuss.
Lal: WHAT? OH IT IS ON. WHICH WAY TO THE CABLE CAR?
We saw the sights, The Sagrada Familia which has taken 100 years to build so far and still isn't done, the gothic cathedral, the Olympic Park and Parc Guell. Parc Guell was my favourite. It's the famous Gaudi Park, full of mosaiced things with a fabulous view over the city. And you get to it by going up outdoor escalators!
We strolled all over the city, down cute little streets with palm trees, along La Rambla where they have moving statues and sell live baby bunnies and hamsters and walked by the sea along the promenade, called the Rambla Del Mar.
Sign: YOU ACCEED TO THE RAMBLA DE MAR UNDER YOUR OWN RESPONSIBILITY.
Lal: Oh man, my inner translator is crying.
We ate paella (chicken for me because I have allergies) and ice cream (nougat and lychee for me, vanilla for Nat because he is inexplicable) and drank a ridiculous amount of sangria from enormous glasses. This may have accounted for some (not all, I'll admit) of the following.
Nat: Somethingsomethingsomething
Lal: Sorry, I was distracted by the lady with the enormous bubble equipment.
Nat: Is that some kind of bizarre euphemism?
Lal: No! She has a hoop and bubble mixture. I love bubbles. They are so shiny. With Raaaaainbows.
This was one of several convesations that ended with Nat giving me his patented "and somehow I am fond of you, crazy person" looks and suggesting less sangria.
The sun shone for the whole 3 days and I even got a bit of a tan, bringing the colour of my skin up from "whiter than white, in fact, slightly disturbingly tranluscent" to something approaching normal human. Everyone was extremely paitient with me trying out my horrible Spanish (which i speak with a French accent, naturellement) on them, and also my tendancy to get distracted by pretty things and walk into people. Again, I don't think the giant sangrias helped.
Barcelona, then, is brilliant. I urge you all to go there if you can, and when you do, can you take me with you?!( Ok, so the cable car was worth it... )
Originally my plans for the Easter Holidays consisted of - work, go the library and be interrogated by the lady in the Special Collection, work, create a nest of paper and live in it, piss around on the internet, work. And it was all going swimmingly, my housemates had left me in my nest and I was avoiding all human contact except the FB SPAMers (ILU but...) and the occasional escape to Nat's house where I would say things like "blughrg?" and "I found this caricature of the Prussian Army and..." to his housemates and they would back away slowly.
But then! Surprise tickets to Barcelona! Oh Easyjet, you may be horrible for the environment and have chosen the worst colour ever to paint everything you own (everything is orange, it's like walking into a satsuma) but your cheapness endears you to me forever.
I have never been to Spain before. Apparently this makes me unique among the English. I had a vague idea of what Barcelona would be like, but I was unprepared for just how gorgeous it is. The whole city, or so it seems, is made up of beautiful and utterly random buildings,
like this( spot the metal dragon! )
Also, it is right on the sea. I had no idea. I mean, I knew it was near the sea, but I did not realise that the main street actually goes down to the sea. Well, a marina/harbour with these cute floating boy!bouys.( I see the sea! )
Things we did in Barcelona!
We went on two funicular railways up into the hills, where the view was gorgeous( I heart views )
and a cable car. Eventually.
Lal: Um, I'm not sure about the cable car.
Nat: Are you scared?
Lal: Maybe? I have a very active imagination, ok, all I think about is cables snapping and falling and *makes wavy hand motions conveying 'horrible screaming death'
Nat: But they are completely safe and.. Oh, just stop being such a girl!
Lal: ?!?!
Nat: You heard me. Wuss.
Lal: WHAT? OH IT IS ON. WHICH WAY TO THE CABLE CAR?
We saw the sights, The Sagrada Familia which has taken 100 years to build so far and still isn't done, the gothic cathedral, the Olympic Park and Parc Guell. Parc Guell was my favourite. It's the famous Gaudi Park, full of mosaiced things with a fabulous view over the city. And you get to it by going up outdoor escalators!
We strolled all over the city, down cute little streets with palm trees, along La Rambla where they have moving statues and sell live baby bunnies and hamsters and walked by the sea along the promenade, called the Rambla Del Mar.
Sign: YOU ACCEED TO THE RAMBLA DE MAR UNDER YOUR OWN RESPONSIBILITY.
Lal: Oh man, my inner translator is crying.
We ate paella (chicken for me because I have allergies) and ice cream (nougat and lychee for me, vanilla for Nat because he is inexplicable) and drank a ridiculous amount of sangria from enormous glasses. This may have accounted for some (not all, I'll admit) of the following.
Nat: Somethingsomethingsomething
Lal: Sorry, I was distracted by the lady with the enormous bubble equipment.
Nat: Is that some kind of bizarre euphemism?
Lal: No! She has a hoop and bubble mixture. I love bubbles. They are so shiny. With Raaaaainbows.
This was one of several convesations that ended with Nat giving me his patented "and somehow I am fond of you, crazy person" looks and suggesting less sangria.
The sun shone for the whole 3 days and I even got a bit of a tan, bringing the colour of my skin up from "whiter than white, in fact, slightly disturbingly tranluscent" to something approaching normal human. Everyone was extremely paitient with me trying out my horrible Spanish (which i speak with a French accent, naturellement) on them, and also my tendancy to get distracted by pretty things and walk into people. Again, I don't think the giant sangrias helped.
Barcelona, then, is brilliant. I urge you all to go there if you can, and when you do, can you take me with you?!( Ok, so the cable car was worth it... )
