Refreshed and ready to take Barcelona by storm, we hit L’Eixample to throw ourselves at the mercy of all things Gaudi. But first...
We didn’t actually go inside these Gaudi palaces, with their Disneyland-esque lines and admission fees. Well, except when we found back entrances, er, exits.
We then headed to the main Gaudi temple, Sagrada Familia, with its schizophrenic faces that surround a whole lot of unfinished nothing. It’s supposed be done ina decade or so, but I wouldn’t count on it.
We then hiked up to Parc Guell for our final Gaudi stop on our tour.
After trekking through all of sunny Barcelona to get in touch with our inner Gaudi and learning the joys of Fanta, we hit the shops in L’Eixample, and got in touch with our inner Asian feelings.
Inspired, we had dinner at Restaurant Me, a fusion of Catalan, Vietnamese, and New Orleans cooking. Ok, there wasn’t a whole lot of Catalan that I could tell. But my plum sauce-coated ribs were amazing, as was Elena’s blackened perch.
Not used to the Spanish eating schedule, we got used to waiting outside of restaurants until they opened at 8:30 pm, and were frequently the first ones through the door.
...a cow for Clara
Casa Batllo's Freaky Windows
Me at Sagrada Familia
Gaudi's Sagrada Familia puts on a sad face
A mad Baroque cellist in Parc Guell.
Hanging out in the rocky tunnels of Parc Guell
Poop and scoop in Parc Guell
Not a hobbit hut, just the gift shop in Parc Guell
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