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We agreed to rendez-vous with Sandy and George at La Sagrada Familia. We were running late, but they were good sports about it, having found a café.
The Basílica i Temple Expiatori de la Sagrada Família was awesome! It was the best cathedral visit ever, even though it is still under construction. And there were lots of people there. And the toilets were under renovation.
I loved the more modern and organic design. I liked how it seemed more possible to worship Nature inside it.
I loved the ceiling:
And the windows:
And we got to go up high and walk down one of the spires:
And there was a cute man there:
We had more montaditos for lunch at Txapela, breaking Bruce's rule of never eating anywhere that they have pictures of food on the menu. In fact, the entire menu was pictures on the placemat.
And it was quite tasty! Sausages! (I'm still joking that those two asparagus spears in that sandwich were the only vegetables that I ate on the whole trip.) (Oh, and that sandwich is called a bikini. I don't know why.)
After lunch, Sandy and George went northward on the Passeig de Gracia, and we went south. We found a sweet shop with tiny little croissants in the window. How cute! (That's an espresso cup!)
We were to meet up for a good-bye dinner since Sandy and George were leaving the next day. But on the way to our hotel, getting on the subway, Sandy got pickpocketed. That pretty much ruined them for the rest of the trip. I don't blame them at all. At least all they got was her cell phone. But, alas, it had pictures from the Dali Museum and a video of the jewelry heart beating.
As an aside, this is the second trip we've taken with Sandy and George, and we've yet to tell them good-bye properly. The first trip, they were in getting massages when we were leaving. And this time, they opted out of going out and left the next morning.
We went for drinks at a really cool place right near the hotel, Boadas Cocktails, apparently the oldest bar in Barcelona. It was very old-school, tuxedoed bartenders behind a huge wooden bar pouring drinks from on high, walls lined with photos and autographs of famous patrons. (Later in the trip, we took a picture outside.)
Then we went to a place near our hotel that we passed every trip in and out, and called "the cured meat restaurant" because they had jamon in the window and lots of options on the menu. The real name of it is Julivert Meu. It's totally kitschy inside with pottery hanging form the ceiling. We ordered enough food for if Sandy and George had been there! We had the best jamon of the trip along with some lomo (pork loin) and two dried sausages, big salads, a huge duck confit leg, and three kinds of fish "carpaccio" (tuna, salmon, and cod; thinly sliced, raw, dressed with olive oil), two bottles of red wine, and a huge plate of make-your-own tomato bread (bread, with whole garlic and halved tomatoes on the side). Sadly, most of the jamon was gone before I decided to take a picture.
The Basílica i Temple Expiatori de la Sagrada Família was awesome! It was the best cathedral visit ever, even though it is still under construction. And there were lots of people there. And the toilets were under renovation.
I loved the more modern and organic design. I liked how it seemed more possible to worship Nature inside it.
I loved the ceiling:
And the windows:
And we got to go up high and walk down one of the spires:
And there was a cute man there:
We had more montaditos for lunch at Txapela, breaking Bruce's rule of never eating anywhere that they have pictures of food on the menu. In fact, the entire menu was pictures on the placemat.
And it was quite tasty! Sausages! (I'm still joking that those two asparagus spears in that sandwich were the only vegetables that I ate on the whole trip.) (Oh, and that sandwich is called a bikini. I don't know why.)
After lunch, Sandy and George went northward on the Passeig de Gracia, and we went south. We found a sweet shop with tiny little croissants in the window. How cute! (That's an espresso cup!)
We were to meet up for a good-bye dinner since Sandy and George were leaving the next day. But on the way to our hotel, getting on the subway, Sandy got pickpocketed. That pretty much ruined them for the rest of the trip. I don't blame them at all. At least all they got was her cell phone. But, alas, it had pictures from the Dali Museum and a video of the jewelry heart beating.
As an aside, this is the second trip we've taken with Sandy and George, and we've yet to tell them good-bye properly. The first trip, they were in getting massages when we were leaving. And this time, they opted out of going out and left the next morning.
We went for drinks at a really cool place right near the hotel, Boadas Cocktails, apparently the oldest bar in Barcelona. It was very old-school, tuxedoed bartenders behind a huge wooden bar pouring drinks from on high, walls lined with photos and autographs of famous patrons. (Later in the trip, we took a picture outside.)
Then we went to a place near our hotel that we passed every trip in and out, and called "the cured meat restaurant" because they had jamon in the window and lots of options on the menu. The real name of it is Julivert Meu. It's totally kitschy inside with pottery hanging form the ceiling. We ordered enough food for if Sandy and George had been there! We had the best jamon of the trip along with some lomo (pork loin) and two dried sausages, big salads, a huge duck confit leg, and three kinds of fish "carpaccio" (tuna, salmon, and cod; thinly sliced, raw, dressed with olive oil), two bottles of red wine, and a huge plate of make-your-own tomato bread (bread, with whole garlic and halved tomatoes on the side). Sadly, most of the jamon was gone before I decided to take a picture.
