On Barcelona’s sycamore-lined boulevard Las Ramblas, there are always a daily assortment of human statues—that is, people who dress up in crazy, elaborate costumes and then stay perfectly still for hours while people walk by. Pretty cool, but I couldn’t help but to think how uncomfortable they must get after awhile!
Fruits and veggies! (Imagine holding that smile on your face for longer than two minutes.)
Speaking of which…food-wise, I was less impressed with the typical Spanish specialty dishes (paella, tapas, etc), delicious as they were, than by the abundance of super fresh produce available. It was here that I ate hands-down the best orange of my life: perfectly ripe, so fresh and tart and yet not too sweet. But a bit messy, with rivulets of juice running down my hands and making my fingers sticky.
Without a doubt my favorite place in the city was Parc Guell, designed by Art Nouveau architect Antoni Gaudi. The instant I walked passed its gates, I felt that I had somehow landed on a completely different planet.
All the greenery makes for a nice oasis among the city, a little gem set among the cement buildings. As I explored the looping paths of the park, I loved listening to the background music—a continual symphony soundtrack of bird hoots, twitters, and chirps.
The best part of the park was its benches—or rather, it’s one bench (singular). Looking out from the city’s rooftops, it’s long and curved, and and ornately inlaid with broken pieces of multi-colored ceramic pottery. So cool!
Afterwards I was inspired to go home and start breaking dishes and plates so that I could make some mosaics of my own!
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