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Travel Blogs from Vilassar de Dalt
First day in Barcelona and even though my top three favourite movies all involve the city skyline of Paris, ok top five movies, I must admit Barcelona certainly gives the city of love a run for its money. The architecture is incredible, intricate door ways, to copper tiles roof tops, to adding a little modern art to the facade of a heritage building like large plastic eye balls, to of course Gaudi. After over 15 years of anticipation the master of surreal ...
... at l’aram, and she wondered aloud if I ever painted food, I decided to
do a piece just for she and Pere. I enjoyed gathering the ingredients at my neighborhood
market and assembled a still life, and the painting practically finished
itself. I will take it to them tomorrow; it would be thrilling to know a piece
of my artwork is hanging in Barcelona, and I want to let them know how much I appreciate
their kind attention.
... the early morning hours. For the first Sunday of any month going to museums in Barcelona is free so our morning quest was to find the Picasso museum. We got there but we got a little 'lost'/sidetracked in the very large Parc de la Cuitdella near the Arc de Triomf. We came across some sort of a large, spirited community event that had a band and all kinds of table games (ie. table soccer, guess who, battleship, concentration all set up on easels or low tables) and activities that ...
... 8211; probably not – and told them that we might well be back later. Here’s some information about calçots in case you’re wondering what I’m on about. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cal%C3%A7o t
Then we joined the throng in Placa de Sant Jaume that had gathered to greet the arrival of the Santa Eulalia parade. It was quite good, with the highlights being the dances of the two eagles of Cardona and Barcelona. I felt that ...
... early, and all I had to do was print this ticket. Easy, right?
Well, you'd think so. But rather, I stood in line after line, waiting patiently, even kindly allowing a frantic passenger, late for her earlier train, to go ahead of me, and each at the end of each line I was greeted by a grumpy, ******* of a Spaniard, completely unwilling to assist me, other than to direct me to another lineup with another grumpy ******* at the end of it. Finally, ...