The weather wasn’t great in the morning but we couldn’t complain—until this point we had mostly sun. The worst weather we ran into during our three weeks in Europe were two days of morning showers that quickly cleared up. Anyways, as history history tends to repeat itself (sic), the weather cleared up by the early afternoon.
We took the metro to the Sagrada Familia, the biggest and most famous work by innovative 19th century architect Antoni Gaudi. We then made our way to two other Gaudi houses just down the block and then up to the Parc Guell, a park designed by Gaudi. All of the places we visited were amazingly unique and way ahead of their time. We got a quick bite in the park and after walking by a few bush-league street performers (one guy just dancing to no music, one guy blowing bubbles, just real rookie stuff) headed home for dinner.
We went to dinner with our two roommates, Emma and Sarah from England, as well as a kid named Eric from Oregon, and an Aussie named Steve. Steve was a real character. The dude was 39 and more full of BS than he was full of himself. He was the king of one-upping. Anything you had done, he had done better. You’re in college? He has his masters. You like the Mets? He likes the Yankees. You’ve never been to England? He never has and never will. Don’t get me wrong, this guy was amusing beyond belief but really just sort of a nut case.
Anyways, that night we went out to a place on the boardwalk called IceBarcelona. It was a beachside bar with a back room made entirely out of ice that was -15 degrees C (dunno what that is Fahrenheit but trust me it’s cold). Max had a good time dishing out drinks, and I had a blast listening to Steve tell more and more outrageous stories. Overall it was a great way to spend our last night out in Europe.
PICTURES: IceBarcelona; The entrance to Parc Guell; Shelman at Parc Guell; La Sagrada Familia
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