November 30, 2013

barcelona pt.2

Day #2

9AM bright, early and full of sunshine, we ventured off to a free tour of Barcelona.
On the way to the meeting point, my friend, Ali and I took a quick stop at a local coffee place called
Cafe Cappuccino.
Cappuccino with a Chocolate Almond Croissant
Chocolate intake #2


Once we got to our meeting point: Plaça de Angel. Our tour began.
Our tour guide was a Scottish girl who had lived in Barcelona for a year to help her with her Spanish. Well little did she know (and what I discovered too), was that Barcelona Spanish is different, so we like understood each other.

The Palace in Barcelona



The Courtyard in the Palace


The backside of the cathedral in Barcelona



The Barcelona Cathedral.
Storytime: The martyr for this cathedral is Saint Eulàlia. Eulàlia was a 13 year old young girl was a devout Catholic who suffered during the Roman times in the city of Barcelona. She suffered 13 times, representing her age of 13 years, but each suffering she survived until she was decapitated. 
This cathedral is dedicated to her.

Right across from the cathedral is this painting created by Pablo Picasso, and this painting was a rebellion under the rule of Francisco Franco.

You can't really see it because of the bushes and people, but there are bronze letters which spell out 
Barceloneta, which what Barcelona was named during the Roman rule.

Another church in Barcelona that was created in, I forget what century, but it looks like it was made from the 10th century.

This pine tree sits next to the church and stays up until it withers and is replaced every couple of years and is never cut down.
(I forget the reason as to why there is a pine tree, so I apologize)


The Jewish streets of Barcelona where the Jews resided during the ruling of Franco.



The 3 above pictures show a small quiet peaceful plaza that was our tour guide's favorite place.
In this plaza is a children's school during the ruling of Franco, and the school still resides today.

Now if you look closely at this wall, you can see dents. These dents are the remains of bullets and bombs that were shot and dropped here during the Spanish Civil War.
Unfortunately, this peaceful beautiful palace was bombed during that time, including the children's school and about 20 children died during the bombing. 
The dents remain as a remembrance of what happened to the children and the people that died on that fateful day.


This is where we stopped at had a break from the tour and if you can see on the left side there is a shop called "Enrique Tomas" where again I got Jamón Iberico Sandwich
Ugh, so good.










This street Carrer de les Dames was once where the ocean used to be.
Legend has it that the sailors that went to sea, made a deal with God that if they survived the strong winds at sea that they will marry the first women they see when they land.
So of course, single women who were desperate for a husband, knew this and would wait at the shore for the sailors in hopes of getting a husband.
Intense right?
But better than Match.com or Tinder I would say.

Where I'm sitting is actually a grave of those who died during the War of Succession in Barcelona. A period in time that the people of Barcelona take very seriously.
So naturally I sat down (also because my tour guide told me too) and took a picture shown below.


Whispers: "I sit on dead people...."

After the 2 hour tour, we ventured off to see the famous "La Sagrada Familia" Church made by the famous architect Gaudi.
And that's all I'm going to say, I'll just let the pictures speak for itself.
































Just like the Jamón Iberico, take a trip to Barcelona and see this church.
It's 11 Euros but it's completely worth it.
Breathtakingly beautiful.

After walking around the church for an hour, at freaking out because it was 3:30 and still daylight, we took a pit stop to get the delicious, mouthwatering Churros Con Chocolate.


Thick, fried donut like strips covered in sugar and dipped in thick hot chocolate
Again, just go to Spain and get these.
Chocolate intake #3.



barcelona pt.1

Just like the Berlin post, the Barcelona's post are going to be a long one.
So I hope you are not too stuffed from Thanksgiving and can handle this long post.

Day #1
Our flight was at 3:35PM, but was not in the Stockholm-Arlanda Airport. It was at the Skavasta Airport on the other side of Stockholm in the middle of nowhere. So we left Uppsala at 11:00, took an hour train ride to Centralstation in Stockholm and then hopped on a 2 hour bus ride to get to the airport. Once at the airport we had an hour and a half to kill, so we stopped and had something to eat until it was time to board.
4 hours later....we landed in Barcelona!
Taking the train to our hostel, we were officially settled in at 8pm. And of course, like the Spanish do, we went off to eat a late dinner.
A recommendation from our hostel, we went to a restaurant called Mussol, where they made Spanish food.
Now a little background story because there is always a story of everything that I do.
Going to Spain, a month before a go back to Spain to see relatives, I was excited, not only because I had never been to Barcelona but I could practice my Spanish so I won't embarrass myself when I see my relatives, because in Sweden, you barely hear a conversation in Spanish.
Fun Fact about Barcelona: They don't really speak Spanish. Well, ok, they do but it's a different form of Spanish, called Catalan which is a mix of Spanish, French and a little bit of Italian.
 The accents sound the same as Spanish, but there are big differences.

For example: (English-Spanish-Catalan)
Goodbye- Adios- Adeu
Please- Por Favor- Si us plau
Thanks You- Gracias- Gracies
You're Welcome- De Nada- De res
How are you?- Como estas?- Com estas?
and so on and so forth.
So trying to pick up my Spanish was difficult and problematic, so there were sometimes where I just spoke English because I didn't know if I was going to make a fool out of myself speaking Spanish and also, it was just easier at times.
(Spanish relatives, if you are reading this, I promise that I will do my best to speak Spanish, although it will be a bit rusty.)

Back to Mussol:
Traveling with a friend who's Spanish knowledge was high school Spanish, I had to help her translate the menu. But then again, the menu was in Catalan.
I did my best guys. I did my best.
But then I recognized the two most important words in the Spanish language.
Jamón Iberico 
If you have no idea what Jamón Iberico is or have never had it, then I would recommend to hop on a plane to Spain and live off of it.
This stuff is amazing. Just have it. And it was what I had for dinner, along with some wine.

French Fries, with a Fried Egg and Jamón Iberico
After enjoying every bite of this, I ended up with dessert that was literally called "Death by Chocolate".
I ate it.
A mountain of chocolate with a pond of cream around it.
Also, this picture of chocolate foreshadows the amount of chocolate I ate during the course of this 3 day trip.
And after filling myself with much needed Spanish food, we returned to our hostel and rested up for the next day.