(mals ocells i la bellesa de l'art)
23.09.2011 - 23.09.2011
barcelonaaaaaaa day two
In Plaza Espanya whoop whoop ! Normally I would NEVER let a stranger touch my camera in Spain, but this chick was a tourist from Southern Spain and really nice so we took each other's without getting ripped off haha
In the metro on the way there three people asked me for directions; wtf ?? No sé, guys, No sé.
Sweet old building times while ascending Parc de Montjuïc
MNAC is the fabulous Museu Nacional d'Art de Catalunya in the Palau Nacional; there are whole big wings for Romànic, Gòtic, Renaixement i Barroc art (I have faith you can translate that). You can see some of their most famous works here.
Some dudes getting boiled
This whole wing of the museum was set up so entire naves and alcoves of old churches across Catalonia were brought in to be preserved so there were all these little rounded alcoves (the reverse side of the displayed church bits) everywhere
Isma says even though it makes this museum's collection the best in world or what have you, the practice is controversial because it conserves the friezes from bombing, fire, random people BUT the little villages lose their sweet old churches and source of tourism.
'Putting your medieval demon baby to sleep'
Then I wandered around Montjuïc and there were some beeeyootiful jardins, muy tranquilos...
So peaceful. Moments later . . .
A PEACEFUL BIRD
GREEN-BROWN OOZY GOO
things it got: my bag - - my top - - my skirt - - my hair !!
MALDITA !! Luckily dos mujeres de Argentina were passing by RIGHT as it happened and happened to have baby wipes and towels with them (PERFECTO what are the chances), and I was able to have a whole long groovy conversation with them as they cleaned me up from various angles (it got my back! and my front! and my bangs! EW EW EW OKAY) because they spoke South American Spanish and SI GRACIAS the kind of Spanish I know instead of this Castellano business. My heroes !
So I hadn't eaten anything except coffee and a granita all day and was staaarving so I went down to the supermercado in the basement of a huge department store (sushi: 14 Euro for four rolls nooo gracias) and MADRE ! They sold that dessert you made with the oranges filled with orange ice cream!! I bought one just to take its picture and then felt super awkward and did not take its picture so sad days, but it tasted just like yours
I also ate a ton of these super delicious potato-flour chips shaped like wagon wheels (although the package said they were 'Viking Shields' that were puffy and crunchy and tasty.
Then my ankle hurt MUCHO and I was sad, and then this guy started following me yabbering in Spanish about how I should talk to him and I was like ladrón AAAAH and trying to get away so he switched to English like WHERE YOU FROM CMON TALK TO ME WHY WON'T YOU TALK TO ME I'VE BEEN WATCHING YOU
whoa say what
YEAH I'VE BEEN WATCHING YOU FIRST YOU WERE IN THE SQUARE THEN YOU ARE SITTING DOWN THEN YOU ARE ASKING THE INFO BOOTH FOR BUS DIRECTIONS THEN YOU LOOKING FOR A PLACE TO SIT THEN YOU ARE PUTTING ON YOUR SHOE THEN YOU ARE -
Yeah so this dude is reciting everything I had done for the last hour and a half to me, and just, WHAT EVEN CREEPY. So happily Bus 50 arrived and I literally FLED.
Then it was a bit like the Knight Bus since school had just gotten out and SPANISH AND CATALAN SCREAMING CHILDREN ALL OVER and I ended up just getting off somewhere random since I was getting a headache and also had to pee, and went into this warren of sprawling storethingies? And then just staggered to the Metro and collapsed at Isma's.
BUT THEN ! Fireworks on the beach at 10pm! We should go! And because I am a good adventurous couchsurfer I was like OKAY BUENO VAMOS
and we rode the bus for like an hour at night through to the beach and it was great; Isma is fun to talk to so not even awkward, and he packed sandwiches ! And I brought peach juice and chips sabor jamon which were insanely tasty and we had a
MIDNIGHT BEACH PICNIC
I didn't take this picture - it's actually from the La Merce '11 website but you can see me in it (baaarely haha)...the farthest right. These dudes were fishing at midnight at the fireworks on the beach, which...what? And actually caught one ... the size of my pinkie. Ha.
So, Barcelona round two: TOTALLY AWESOME OTRA VEZ.