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laliandraSo 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
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.
Things we did in Barcelona!
We went on two funicular railways up into the hills, where the view was gorgeous
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?!
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
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.
Things we did in Barcelona!
We went on two funicular railways up into the hills, where the view was gorgeous
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?!
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Date: 2009-04-20 02:48 pm (UTC)YOU ACCEED TO THE RAMBLA DE MAR UNDER YOUR OWN RESPONSIBILITY.
That's just... amazing.
I love how all my friends, whenever they go on vacation, always seem to go, "Yeah... I think I might have had a bit too much *insert name of local alcoholic drink*". I dunno, I just worry sometimes.
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Date: 2009-04-20 05:55 pm (UTC)(Also, I might just be dumb but... i can has metal dragon plz?)
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Date: 2009-04-20 08:26 pm (UTC)Btw, did you backdate this post? Because I swear, it wasn't there yesterday. I scrolled back some minutes ago to read the long post I wanted to read again, and, boom, here is yours. Where is was not. *looks suspiciously at tea*
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Date: 2009-04-20 11:44 pm (UTC)I know! It was a fun game tryong to work out what they were trying to say. Also, it meant that every time we went anywhere we would say "would you like to acceed to the (whereever) with me?"
They were very big glasses. It was not my fault!
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Date: 2009-04-20 11:44 pm (UTC)It's holding something up...
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Date: 2009-04-20 11:46 pm (UTC)I've realised that the dragon is actually quite hard to spot. It's holding up a lantern, in the middle of the picture. You can see it's teeth.
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Date: 2009-04-20 11:54 pm (UTC)I loved all the Gaudi. It's so colourful and unusual. And there are so many Gaudi buildings! They are all so intricate.
I... don't think so. Hmm. You are not the first person to mention this.
*pokes LJ with virtual stick*
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Date: 2009-04-21 11:31 am (UTC)But! Barcelona picssss, god I remember also being so shocked that it was right next to the ocean, and walking along the Ramblass AND ALL OF THE FUCKING ESCALATORS EVERYWHERE. I mean, the lazy fuck in me was even going 'duuuude even I am not THAT lazy' at the sheer amount of them. And wargh, I remember Parc Guell being such a letdown for me, everything seemed to be so pale and washed-out-- but I guess the fact that I inadvertantly stumbled upon a Weird Inexplicably Naked Dude in the cactus patches when I stepped closer to take a picture of the fact that even the cacti was graffiti'd on and noticed said Naked Dude was kind of funny/awesome. In retrospect. Or the time where our crotchety old hostel dude didn't want to let me in because he didn't recognize me with my cowboy hat on and thought I was my male classmate's booty-call. Yeaaaaaaaaaaaaah |Dbb
Though I still love the way the Guelllizards were done. MOSIAAAAAAAACS ♥
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Date: 2009-04-21 03:26 pm (UTC)The escalators were kind of hilarious, this is true.
Hee! WIND! Also, I saw that on the cacti too, how weird.
Guelllizards! Parc Guell wasn't exactly what I was expecting, I though that there would be more mosaics, etc. But it was my birthday and it was sunny and you know, sangria. It was a nice place, I liked it a lot.
<3
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Date: 2009-04-21 08:45 pm (UTC)Only the thought of the disappointment in my cat's eyes stops me from buying all the bunnies displayed in malls, and so on. I want to free them, possibly by cuddling. And then transport them to the Disney-like world where they could frolic with Bambi, you know.
I want to see them, one day. And Hundertwasser's, too.
By the way, I think I didn't mention it before, but the OSA songs you gave me are now my official drawing playlist. :) I like them very much indeed. And such a nice break from my usual
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Date: 2009-04-24 08:43 pm (UTC)It looks gorgeous! And so waaaaaarm. I love the bubbles story, lolol (at first I was like 'I did not know she possessed such a dirty mind!' and then I just went 'lol bubbles ahuhuhuhu shinyyy'). And the way you describe your boyfriend and your interactions with him is indescribably adorable for some reason. I just want to squoosh you both (and 'squoosh' is not, uhm. a metaphor).
It looks brilliant! And beautiful! So glad you had fun, darling <3
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Date: 2009-04-25 12:11 am (UTC)Ahuhuhuhu indeed!
It was very warm! I was massively tempted not to come home, but to stay by the sea and drink sangria forever...
Thank you! I have been known, on occasion, to have somewhat of a dirty mind, but this time, there were giant bubbles! I am so glad that you found them adorable (<3s you!) and not, you know, appallingly sapptastic. Nat was very much on our side btw, when he came round and I was all full of righteous anger on your behalf.
*is squooshed*
xx
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