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Barcelona, Barcelona. :)
We arrived in Barcelona on the 11th, and upon reaching our hostel on Passeig de Gracia, were raring to hit the shops. Until we were told that, um, it was a public holiday that day, and the shops wouldn't be open. Till tomorrow. B-A-H. Bahbahbah.
So our shopping spree had to be postponed till the next day. With no choice, we decided to make our way down La Rambla and explore the streets. La Rambla was bustling and there were many interesting street performers, but we'd been too spoiled by Passeig de Gracia (which is much wider and more scenic than La Rambla, in my opinion), so we weren't exactly impressed. We wandered off and found ourselves at the Cathedral something, and then made our way back to the hostel. Barca is beautiful even at night. We just absolutely dig the architecture here. It is also cleaner and less crowded than London.
The next day was rainy. Not that that affected anything. Mon and I still blew about 100 EUR each, shopping at H&M, Zara, Bershka, and Mango. I think she spent even more than me! Heh. I bought a really cute moss green dress from Zara that really reminds me of something Twiggy would wear back in her heyday, and cool oversized shades from Mango. Oh, and belts from H&M and Bershka, as well as a nice black sweater from H&M. YAY :) Barcelona shopping absolutely kicks ass, because prices are definitely cheaper than back home or London. Yeah yeah excuses excuses... *rolls eyes*
Todayyyy we got up and guess what, it was raining. AGAIN. But we braved it down to Sagrada Familia, and boy oh boy did I not regret it. It was awesome, simply breathtaking (quite literally, too). Having taken the elevator up to the turrets of Sagrada, we had to climb these narrow staircases to the top of the turret. When we got up there, the rain had passed and the sun came out. We took the opportunity to photo-whore like crazy. And if you know me well enough, you know I just don't do photowhore. Like, never. But I DIIID because it was just too nice to pass up the chance. :) Sagrada is grand, really grand. For once since reaching Europe, I felt like I was on an adventure. And that felt rather nice.
After Sagrada we went to the Picasso Museum. Eh, I never knew that dude painted! I always thought he'd just done his Cubist thing, but apparently he does really beautiful still-lifes too. He's awfully talented, and I think it's only because he is so well-versed in painting - such that he understands form and light and planes so well - that he can pioneer Cubism. Wonderful, though I'm too impatient to spend hours in museums.
Tomorrow we leave Barcelona for Paris. And I truly think I will miss Barcelona. It's not been an easy time for the three of us - I met extremely rude staff a lot of the time, who were condescending and curt, and Yang was rather frustrated at me and Mon for shopping so much. Et cetera, et cetera. But I will not forget Barcelona for its beautiful streets and laidback lifestyle. Mmhmm.
I'm crossing my fingers about meeting M tomorrow. It's been a whole month without seeing him - all communications have been mainly through the phone or internet. What will it be like? Will I still be excited to see him? Will it be less fun hanging out than I remember? Will I be really sad when I leave Paris again? Or will I miss having all this 'me' time? Hmmm. We'll see I guess, huh.
Travelling overseas with friends makes me think of New York so much, and I do miss the camaraderie we had there. Dang. Nothing can beat NY I think, and I must stop trying to make this trip measure up to that one. Indeed.
We arrived in Barcelona on the 11th, and upon reaching our hostel on Passeig de Gracia, were raring to hit the shops. Until we were told that, um, it was a public holiday that day, and the shops wouldn't be open. Till tomorrow. B-A-H. Bahbahbah.
So our shopping spree had to be postponed till the next day. With no choice, we decided to make our way down La Rambla and explore the streets. La Rambla was bustling and there were many interesting street performers, but we'd been too spoiled by Passeig de Gracia (which is much wider and more scenic than La Rambla, in my opinion), so we weren't exactly impressed. We wandered off and found ourselves at the Cathedral something, and then made our way back to the hostel. Barca is beautiful even at night. We just absolutely dig the architecture here. It is also cleaner and less crowded than London.
The next day was rainy. Not that that affected anything. Mon and I still blew about 100 EUR each, shopping at H&M, Zara, Bershka, and Mango. I think she spent even more than me! Heh. I bought a really cute moss green dress from Zara that really reminds me of something Twiggy would wear back in her heyday, and cool oversized shades from Mango. Oh, and belts from H&M and Bershka, as well as a nice black sweater from H&M. YAY :) Barcelona shopping absolutely kicks ass, because prices are definitely cheaper than back home or London. Yeah yeah excuses excuses... *rolls eyes*
Todayyyy we got up and guess what, it was raining. AGAIN. But we braved it down to Sagrada Familia, and boy oh boy did I not regret it. It was awesome, simply breathtaking (quite literally, too). Having taken the elevator up to the turrets of Sagrada, we had to climb these narrow staircases to the top of the turret. When we got up there, the rain had passed and the sun came out. We took the opportunity to photo-whore like crazy. And if you know me well enough, you know I just don't do photowhore. Like, never. But I DIIID because it was just too nice to pass up the chance. :) Sagrada is grand, really grand. For once since reaching Europe, I felt like I was on an adventure. And that felt rather nice.
After Sagrada we went to the Picasso Museum. Eh, I never knew that dude painted! I always thought he'd just done his Cubist thing, but apparently he does really beautiful still-lifes too. He's awfully talented, and I think it's only because he is so well-versed in painting - such that he understands form and light and planes so well - that he can pioneer Cubism. Wonderful, though I'm too impatient to spend hours in museums.
Tomorrow we leave Barcelona for Paris. And I truly think I will miss Barcelona. It's not been an easy time for the three of us - I met extremely rude staff a lot of the time, who were condescending and curt, and Yang was rather frustrated at me and Mon for shopping so much. Et cetera, et cetera. But I will not forget Barcelona for its beautiful streets and laidback lifestyle. Mmhmm.
I'm crossing my fingers about meeting M tomorrow. It's been a whole month without seeing him - all communications have been mainly through the phone or internet. What will it be like? Will I still be excited to see him? Will it be less fun hanging out than I remember? Will I be really sad when I leave Paris again? Or will I miss having all this 'me' time? Hmmm. We'll see I guess, huh.
Travelling overseas with friends makes me think of New York so much, and I do miss the camaraderie we had there. Dang. Nothing can beat NY I think, and I must stop trying to make this trip measure up to that one. Indeed.
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