I was taking the train from Pais which took 7 hrs all up, so before I left Paris I only had time to take my last 100% private shower for the foreseeable future, check out and get some lunch at the Bastille markets where I had strict instructions from Ray to buy this amazing hummus she had tried.
The markets were much better than the ones I had been to the day before and I had a feast of roast chicken, olives, hummus and fresh bread for lunch.
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| /Bastille Markets |
I watched the Darjeeling Ltd on my iPad on the train which I thought was extremely fitting and the trip really went by quite fast.
After a morning of sleeping-in, followed by our first official tapas, our first full day in Barcelona was a complete write-off as Ray and I traveled to the outskirts of the city to pick up our tickets to Bon Iver who we were seeing in concert that night. When we finally found the place it turned out I had read the instructions completely wrong and it was too late to pick them up anywhere but at the concert venue. Slightly defeated and very hot and tired we got into the Spanish mood by taking a siesta (ie huge afternoon nap).
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| /First tapas in Spain |
Bon Iver that night was amazing. The venue was an old square up on this hillside above the city and I was so thrilled at the combo of my friend, my favorite band and this beautiful new place. My only disappointment was that they didn't play Michicant which is one of my favourites, but as I told Ray it only would have made me cry anyway.
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| /Supporting my music-husband |
On our second day in Barcelona, we took a free walking tour of the Barri Gotic or Gothic Quarter which was fantastic. Our guide really knew his stuff well, but as he said repeatedly 2.5 hrs is not enough to hear 2000 years of Barcelonian history. The biggest thing we took away from the tour was how much the people of Barcelona prided themselves on being Catalan rather than Spanish, and we even learnt a couple of Catalan phrases.
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| /Gothic Quarter walking tour |
After the tour we headed to the beach that our guide raved about as being voted the 3rd best metropolitan beach of the world in 2010 or something like that. But it was horrible compared to Australian beaches, with sand that left you dirty, cigarette butts everywhere and men yelling and trying to sell you very questionable sangria and mojitos they were mixing up themselves in plastic cups.
That evening was our first Barcelona clubbing experience. We lasted until 4am which I thought was a pretty decent effort on my part seeing as I had spent the afternoon with food poisoning and therefore decided it best not to drink. We went to this huge 5 room club called Razzamatazz, which would have been better if the rooms had different types of music like they promised, but everything sounded the same to us.
Needless to say we took another huge sleep-in the next morning...
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