Barcelona...It's the Men!

Geeze the men are hot here. Drool...

Sitting in the business center of our hotel in Barcelona, which looks similar to a Miami Vice reject. Our transportation has been flawless with the exception of a pre-meditated, 15 minute strike delay in Paris. Gimped along the Ramblas today after a quick hello-goodbye to Gentle and her mom. Barcelona looks a lot like the downtown district of any major US metropolitan city. The Barri Gotic is interesting with its combination of medieval buildings and modern constructs. There are sooooo many restaurants, it´s hard to know which to go to. Also, Catalonian is NOT like standard Spanish, so our mangled attempts to order even the simplest things is time consuming and shameful in our ignorance. The streets are a bit confusing, but this place is growing on me, especially as I ogle the hot hotel concierges.

Keeping with the Parisian tradition of being drunk by lunchtime, my favorite moment so far this trip was sitting in the Placa de Orwell as we listened to live music and enjoying a jug (yes a jug) of sangria. So bohemian! I'm feeling the socialist love. The food has been fantastic. Everything is coated in olive oil and I've grown a fondness for Spanish wine and exotic tapas.

There is the most AMAZING, beautiful market along the Ramblas with every kind of fresh fruit, spices, fish, meats, etc you could imagine.

Went to the Gaudi's cathedral, which housed a pretty impressive little museum, located about 5 blocks from the hotel. My feet are dying, but it has been worth all the pain.


Gaudi's house was interesting as well.