Trip Start Jan 28, 2008
Trip End May 29, 2008

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Sunday, March 2, 2008

We headed to Barcelona on today. First time to fly ryanair. They fly out of Brno directly to Barcelona, or so they say... They actually fly into Girona, which is an hour from Barcelona. There are buses that run back and forth, so we decided to do it. We knew that it wouldn't be a problem on the flight into spain, but it could be on the flight out, as we left at 7 a.m. This meant we'd have to catch the 4 a.m. bus. After a little thought, we decided we'd check out of the hostel a day early, and just stay up all night rather than pay for the hostel only to check out at 3:30 in the morning.

Barcelona has some of the coolest architecture I've seen. Matt and I both agree it is better than Prague's. Add to that a beautiful port full of huge yachts and sailboats, and an awesome beach, and you can see how it's an attractive city.

We spent most of the days walking all over the city, which is very accessible by foot. On the first night, we noticed all of these people yelling and wearing Celtic uniforms. We knew there was a football game in town that weekend, but it was becoming apparent it must be a big game. I stopped some Irishmen and came to find out that there were 15,000 Irish and Scotts in town for the game. They demanded we go to the pub with them, and the rest is history. Awesome guys and we had a blast. Tickets to the game were 75 bucks, so we opted to sit it out.

As far as tourist spots, we hit Sagrada Famille, a church by Gaudi that has been under construction for over 100 years. It is incredible! One of the largest churches we've seen, and it is the most detailed and crazy building you've ever seen. Gaudi is a real-life Dr. Seus.

We also went to La Pedrera, which was an apartment building by Gaudi. Then there was Parc Guel, a park by him. This city flows Gaudi, and his style is addicting. One of his professors was cited as saying "I'm not sure if were giving an architecture degree to a genius or a madman."

We also saw Picasso's museum there, which features a lot his early work, which I never would have picked as Picasso. But the coolest thing about that museum was a display they had this month of Picasso's personal art collection. It was awesome to see what Picasso was into himself. Some of them, I'd see them and think "yea, Picasso would own that." But some were surprising. He was known to have his favorite work of other artists strewn across the floor of his studio, in with his own works. I liked that.

We spent the last night staying up all night for the bus and hanging out with some Canadians. They were cool, and were in Spain for 3 weeks. We've been here a month, and no one has thought I was from the states yet. Everyone always guesses Canada, which is fine by me, given the attitude Spaniards/Austrians/Hungarians have for us right now.

We made it to the bus, and to the airport. We had checked in online for both ways before we left brno. I get to the guy checking boarding passes, and he tells me I can't be checked in online because I'm not an EU citizen. I inform him I did it on the flight here no problem, and that my friend just walked through in front of me no problem. He says "sorry, but you'll have to go back through security and get a boarding pass.

It's 6:30 in the morning. I've been up all night because they fly into an airport an hour from the city. The flight leaves in 15 minutes.

I keep my cool and head down to the desk. I finally get some people to let me cut in line, and the lady tells me it's 4 euros for a boarding pass. Bye bye josh's cool. I go back through security, and as I'm running up to the gate, the gate girl makes a final call for passengers, while looking me in the eye. I begin to inform her that it's her company's fault I'm late. The guy who started it all sees us and stops her. He tells me our plane is the first one on the left. I take of running outside and am quickly sidelined by a spanish speaking air-traffic control guy. At this point, I'm out of breath and figure they think I'm a terrorist. 3 guys later, I realize they are helping me to the right plane (way to go, gate guy, you almost sent me to Paris!). I make the flight. No more ryanair for me. Oh wait, I can't afford anything else...
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