Barcelona, Spain
Last night, we hopped on the overnight train from Paris to Barcelona. Allegedly, they were first class tickets, which everywhere else in Europe meant a cabin, but on this train apparently just meant a comfortable chair. Well lemme tell ya, no chair is comfortable for 11 solid hours. The first thing we did when we arrived was to book a first class CABIN for the ride back.
Our hotel was right by the Arc de Triomf (yes, spelled like that–the Catalán instead of Castellano kept tripping me up, too) so that was one of the first sights we saw.
Next we went to the Art Museum which looked more like a palace than anything. One of the current exhibions was of fairies, and reminded us of our friend Margarita in Cincinnati. Wish she could’ve seen it. The Place Espanya was neat and gave a nice view. I could see La Sagrada Familia in the distance and it totally whet my appetite for Gaudí archetecture. I cannot wait to see it up close.
We went to the Poble Espanyol, which let me just say was AWESOME. If you ever get to Barcelona, you must check it out. It’s a massive, sprawling trip backward through time, representing various cities in Spain’s past. We had a delicious dinner and left when it was dark, only to come across a wicked cool fountain light show.