Oh my Gaudi

We arrived in Barcelona yesterday morning after a long night of not sleeping on the night train (slava excluded). We had to stop and switch trains at a town on the France-Spain border where they were checking passports before entering the station. The guard glanced at the cover of my passport, muttered “Canadian” and waved me through. Apparently young Canadian girls are no threat to Spanish homeland security.

We wandered aimlessly around the city looking for a laundromat for our clothes that were badly in need of washing, and finding none decided to use the very sketchy looking washer and dryer on the roof of our hostel. That’s right, the roof. The lady said that the washer was “self-soaping” which after producing a grand total of about 5 bubbles, I decided could do well with a load of my shower gel to ensure that they actually were clean. Everything smells nice and ocean-fresh now.

For dinner we went to a restaurant that was supposed to give us a discount because we were staying at the hostel of the same name, and of course they seemed to know nothing about this discount at the restaurant. Again, sketchy. The food, however was fantastic. We had the special which included paella, sangria and a coffee all in for the grand total of €12 (most expensive meal we’ve had yet) and I thought I had died and gone to heaven.

This morning we got up in time to catch the tail end of breakfast and then get a move on to see some of the sights. Most of the greatest sights to see here in Barcelona are all the works of the architect/artist/obvious hallucenogenic drug user Gaudi. The first thing we went to was Park Guell and then Sagrada Familia . Both incredibly astounding architecture and so different than any buildings I’ve seen outside of illustrations in a Dr. Seuss book.

Yesterday Slava was posting some song lyrics to his blog and when he looked them up on the artist’s website he noticed that the band happened to be setting up a studio in Barcelona. So he e-mailed one of the guys and asked if he would like to go out for coffee when we were in town. Interestingly enough, he said yes. So at 4pm we went to some coffee shop close to his studio and I had the job of trying to make casual conversation to try to hide the fact that Slava clearly was so enamoured with him he was about to pee his pants.

So we saw the work in progress that is soon to be the studio, while I was instructed to take multiple polariod shots of the two of them, while Slava was trying hard not to give the “thumbs-up” with an enormously wide smile in the pictures. Frankly, it was all a little boring and I spent most of the time wondering why anyone would feel they needed to fashion ther mustache into a tiny strip of hairs just above their lip. I guess whatever floats your boat.

So now I’m about to take a nap to pass the time before we can go out and get some dinner (restaurants don’t open until 8) and I can nearly pass out from the heaven that is paella.


7 Responses to “Oh my Gaudi”

  1. Slava Says:

    Shut up Jen. I was cool.
    Like a fucken cucumber.

  2. Estrogen Overdosed Says:


    You never said Slava was keeping a blog, too!

    Reading his blog gives us a MORE balanced view of what has happened so far. YOU never said a word about shoe shopping…:-)

  3. Estrogen Overdosed Says:

    Jenn’s version:
    Here’s something else not to do: make hotel reservations online after a couple beers. We booked the wrong night.

    Slava’s version:
    “Lesson learned: Never let Jen try to book hostels and/or tickets after a few drinks. Plans inevitably get fucked”

    See what I mean about a more ACCURATE report…:-)

  4. Slava Says:

    Ok.. the exchange above makes it seem that all I do is swear. Which is clearly not true.

  5. Estrogen Overdosed Says:

    I believe I know what causes the swearing…I have pretty much stopped since she left…:-)

  6. Uncle Steve Says:

    ucle steve testing…

  7. uncle steve Says:

    having a few pops with your dad…

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