After my day of beach strolling and creepily watching old men exercise (I promise I'm mentally stable. For the most part. Ok, you're right, even I couldn't type that with a straight face), AW finally arrived from London! We met virtually years ago through a mutually friend of ours who had studied in England, but I knew from my university in Boston, so it was so great to finally meet in real life!
After a bumpy start (he missed his flight from London > Barcelona, and then I proceeded to have a panic attack until I was assured that he got another one), we spent Wednesday strolling around the Barri Gòtic, went to Catedral Santa María del Mar and Parc de la Ciutadella. It was nice, and continued in the theme of relaxing, European wandering.
I'm not sure what exactly AW is trying to accomplish here, but I am confident that it was hilarious at the time. |
We found some street art on the way to the park. ..and I have the mind of a 13-year-old boy. |
That car is in the shape of a wine bottle. These people know how to start a visit off right. |
I basically had to restrain my pinky from shooting up when I held that glass. |
After AW's departure, Friday was mostly spent doing last minute shopping for my family and prepping for a lovely dinner that S & L decided to host as a farewell to me. They invited two more friends, one from Azerbaijan (S's homeland) and one from Spain who they had met while they were in college. One thing I absolutely love about growing up in New York is that I have friends from all over the place. I love having dinner with people from different parts of the world and learning about how they do things because it is almost always different from how I do things.
S with the first copy of his book. Also known as yet another failed attempt to get him to show signs of happiness in photos. |
me, S, and L on my last night in Barcelona |
And there you have it. All in all, it was an incredible trip. I got to see old friends, drink a ton of wine and fanta de limón (I shall bring you back to life in NYC. Somehow, I promise), and completely forgot about everything that stresses me out at home. It did exactly what a vacation was supposed to do and I wish I could go back. Incidentally, now I have the travel bug and am furiously planning my next trip. Ideas?
This is apparently the third tallest building in Barcelona and it totally looks like a vibrator. |
They have a similar building in London near Brick Lane. It's hilarious.
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