Hostal San Medin Barcelona

We boarded the train at Granada at 8 am for an 11 hour journey right across Spain to Barcelona. I think we were the only English speaking people on the train; everyone was very interested in us. In particular a little three year old girl who ended up knowing all the words and actions to "twinkle twinkle little star" and "incy wincy spider." <br><br> We have almost a week in Barcelona ...

... notoriously wild and crazy, Las Ramblas, to eat at a restaurant mentioned in our guidebook. Upon arriving, we found either A) others followed their guidebook suggestions, too, or B) this place must be good as there was quite a line outside. Once seated, we figured out that it was indeed very delicious! <br><br>Dinner ended, we walked home through Las Ramblas, taking in all of the madness that area brings, and headed back ...

... travel from into Barcelona's city centre. We met Patricia and Wally at Girona airport and took the hour's bus into town. We were staying at an unusually cheap hotel near the city's port, Port Vell, on Avenida Colon called Hostel Nuevo Colon. The location was great, but unfortunately found that our fancy-but-oh-so-cheap-looking hotel to be no more than a hostel and very different from the representations on its smart website. Nonetheless, we were only there to sleep and so set off ...

... focused on perhaps the greatest self-promoter the art world has known (with the definite possible exception of Andy Warhol): Picasso. There are a number of museums around the world boasting the title of Picasso but the Museo Picasso is the most extensive and best presented. The real differentiator is the emphasis on early works and the chronological layout of pieces which allows the visitor to see the development of this art whiz. We learned about the teenager who ...

... in Dutch, so who knows. I got both my American cards canceled, thanks to my wonderful parents, but I still cannot believe this happened. Jessica has to lend me money now, which makes me feel like an idiot, and all my stuff is gone! All I can say is thank goodness for my passport and me not being stupid enough to bring it out. At least we can get to Ibiza, everything is going to be OK, at least I hope so... We shall see.

... o "jelly" and jelly "jam", so are very confused by peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, thinking it is peanut butter and jell-o. 14/3/08: Friday Bright and early wake up call from Joslyn again, but I did still get a good sleep. We decided to start our day off with our new favorite, Gaudi, by going to la Sagrada Familia. This absolutely gorgeous cathedral is still not finished although it was started more than 100 years ago. Gaudi died before it ...

Well today was our first dose of the rainy season to come. I had an Italian test today...ha, bombed. Oh well. So then we had to pack for Barcelona! We decided to leave from our site visit in studio...when we went to the apartment it was sunny and clear on our side of the Arno...but as we were leaving with our backpacks stuffed with clothes...it stated raining. By the time we got to the site we were soaked. Of course, I don't own a raincoat ...

... But the statues lost my interest when I noticed that the pond was filled with ducks. Everything else from that point on lost my interest....including Ed. I sat on the edge of the pond watching how people fed them bits of bread, and how they scattered together when they saw someone approaching with something in their hands. TO my surprise there were a few sea gulls in the pond, trying to violently steal the bread that the ducks managed to ...

... architect there. cant remember the name. it was very hot up there, &amp; sleeveless was just rite. At the bottom of the hill, we asked for direction to a small tourist info booth &amp; when the guy found out we were from Indo (actually we didnt tell him, he just guessed), he started asking more questions about Indo before we could ask him questions! we just loved the spanish people with their enthusiasm! 9.We walked down the Montjuic hill &amp; we reached the ...

... there was more sudden screaming. Our first night in Barcelona, Libby had made plans with some friends of friends to go swimming. "Going swimming" turned out to be underwater hockey. We were invited along to try and play but first we were given the basics of the sport. Underwater hockey is similar to hockey except it is played, as one would guess, underwater. Each team has six player and each player is equipped with goggles, a snorkel, flippers, a stick ...