Residence Agora Hotel Barcelona

... to Molly Malones bar.
It was a lot of fun, but I stupidly went to bed at 3:30 in the morning, to get up at 7am and head to Barcelona.

I met Nona and Grampy at the train station early Saturday where we picked up our Audi A3 coupe. It was a standard. Grampy started the drive (Or should I say Mario Andretti/ Dale Earnhardt Junior as there were some panic moments on the bank curves) off until a little before Zaragoza where we stopped for lunch and ...

... old tractor with a water tank attached is beside the kitchen. The orchards, veggie patches and olive groves spread themselves over the valley bottom. The two yurts, two tents, and dry toilets are obscured by trees. The landscape is arid. Searing heat during the day, cool in the mornings, and blissful past 6pm. The moon rises early and the stars shine through late. Nat sits beside us, intermittently singing, playing the guitar and meditating. His voice fills the valley as the sound of ...

... puffing by the time we got there! That evening we stopped at this bar that my mom and dad fell in love with. The name of it is 'For Sale' ( I think). It was a crazy place. There was straw all over the floor and stuff everywhere pinned to the walls and ceiling. There were peanuts on the tables and you just threw the shells on the floor. It was very unique. I was not a huge fan of the place because the people working ...

... knocking over some power line poles, the trams would be replaced by buses. Arrrrgh!! The wind again! For a split second I considered taking the bus to go up to Tibidabo, a mountain, to admire the view, but decided against it because I'd specifically had wanted to take the tram. Besides, I'd seen Barcelona from nearby already, and the view wasn't going to be as spectacular as from a closer point such as the port or Montjuïc anyway. Disappointed, I set off on ...

Nach dem Beschluss dass doppelt doch besser hält, was bedeutet dass Emilia und ich jezt gemeinsam um die Häuser ziehen, geht es dann ab zu den berühmten architektonischen Rafinessen von Antonio Gaudi, sprich Casa Mila, Sangrada Familia und dem von ihm designten Park. Zur Mittagszeit quälen wir uns auf den Hügel hinauf, machen ein paar Fotos von der überwältigenden Aussicht und werfen uns danach in den Schatten, begleitet von fröhlichem Gitarrenklang.

... Hostel, was an interesting one. It said it was uphill in our directions; however it did not describe just how uphill we were going to go. It wasn't just "uphill" as we soon realized, it was more like straight up in the air, and I could have put a rope to good use at this point in my journey. Yet, in the end, when the climbing was done we got an amazing view of the valley below and the hills and sky above. The outskirts of ...

... Tony Gaudi and his boyz began building this cathedral back in the 1920s and this place is da shizzle. This building is absolutely stunning and the level detail used in this building is amazing. It´s been under construction for over 70 years and it probably won´t be finished for another 20. If you ever come to Barcelona don´t miss this masterpiece.

... old? We entered a leafy domain enclosed by different trees and plants. The garden seemed really small but had a tiny dirt path that, to our surprise, spiraled downwards! We walked the charming snail-like trail descending through trees filled with raspberry and plum colored berries, lavender flowers, bright orange fruits hanging from branches, hazelnuts dropping from the high trees like tiny shooting stars. We got to the bottom of the ...

... finally finished! After that we went back to our hotel and along the way we saw the Casa Batlló which was created by a famous artist/archtique named Gaudi who had an... interesting way of showing his buildings off to the public. This particular building had a few little neat things. The pillars and the front door were made to look like dragon bones. Later we also saw more pieces of art by Gaudi at the Park Guell which was built to be a "city in a city" surrounded by walls ...

... je n'en savais rien et je l'ai fait quand meme. C'est fort ca non ? Partir à l'aventure, sur le chemin du doute avec l'espoir comme seule arme. Je ne me suis pas dis "Et si j'échouais ?" mais en permanence : "Et si ça marchait". Du positif, voila ce que j'ai fait moi monsieur ! Que du rêve. J'ai corrompu ma vie avec mes rêves et je ne permets qu'à ceux qui ne rêvent pas de me condamner. - Je suis pas en train de te condamner, mais juste, c'était fastoche ton aventure ! - Facile ...