Showing posts with label Barcelona. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Barcelona. Show all posts

Wednesday, December 30, 2009

7054 words

Unimpressed with the rain.


Geese in the Cathedral garden.


I love my caga tio!


Christmas Day along La Rambla.


Together by the Mediterranean sea on a beautiful Christmas Day. Does life get any better?


The incredible Sagrada Familia.


View from the top of the Sagrada Familia.


Back in London... safe, sound, and well rested.

Sunday, December 27, 2009

I needed that

I had two missions yesterday: pancakes and dancing. Both were accomplished with brilliant success.

Pancakes were found at Milk Bar in the Gothic Quarter. Milk is a delightful little lounge with tasteful, vintage decor and (I couldn't believe it) trad jazz streaming over the speakers. They even served me real Canadian maple syrup! It's one of the most popular spots in Barcelona so we were lucky that it was Boxing Day, when Catalonians don't seem to leave their homes, and we didn't have to wait to get in.

Dancing was found at Sala Apolo. The Barcelona Jazz Orchestra was playing a Christmas concert and the event was described as "having room for dancing." I had pictured a smallish bar with an even smaller dance floor, with perhaps a handful of dancers in attendance (knowing my luck, they would all be follows). Boy was I ever in for a surprise! The place was huge, with two levels and a dance floor that could rival most ballrooms'... and it was absolutely packed. I could barely squeeze through to the other side of it, much less dance on it. It was hot and sweaty and I stepped on people every 32 seconds, but it felt absolutely incredible to dance again (after not lindy hopping for close to a month) and the band was on fire.

Anyhow, off I go to enjoy one of our two non-rainy days here. Sagrada Familia and maybe some shopping? This holiday is all about rest and relaxation, and I like that a lot.

Friday, December 25, 2009

White (Sand) Christmas

Barcelona knows how to do Christmas:

- Bright, sunny skies and 14 degrees celcius
- Vegetable paella
- Coffee
- Stroll down La Rambla
- Mediterranean beach
- Gelato
- More coffee
- Crash at hotel
- Nice, long Skype convo with the fam
- Olives with pickles sticking out of them - strangely provocative, yet delicious
- Antioxidant fruit juice
- More crashing

Soon:

- More food
- More crashing

In truth, it doesn't feel at all like Christmas... but life could certainly be a lot worse.

Bon Nadal a tots!

Thursday, December 24, 2009

Lazy Barcelona

We arrived in Barcelona Tuesday afternoon and so far have done little aside from indulging in incredible coffee, food, and the free wifi in our cozy hotel room. This is the life!

After our crazy London transport adventure the night before, we decided to play it safe and hire a car to drive us to Heathrow (thank you, dad!) a full two hours earlier than strictly necessary. It meant we arrived two hours earlier than strictly necessary, but I'm still really glad we did. I'm also really glad that we were booked on the 11:25 flight, rather than the cancelled 9 am (or any time the night before, which would have meant being two of hundreds sleeping on pathetic-looking mats in the airport corridor). It was all smooth sailing for us!

We quickly discovered a delightful little café across the street from our hotel, where we have taken to eating our breakfasts. The server is friendly and speaks perfect English (apparently, he lived in Memphis, Tennessee for 13 years). He also smokes behind the counter. We're obviously not in Kansas anymore.

Another clue that we're no longer in Kansas? Nude window displays and nude art in restaurants. It's all really beautiful and tasteful but takes you aback if you're not used to seeing that sort of thing.

I have succeeded in acquiring my very own caganer and caga tio, have seen a quick glimpse of the Gothic Quarter, and have been in to visit the geese in the Cathedral garden... but the constant rain has been reinforcing our tendency toward laziness. We're waiting for the promised sun to appear tomorrow so we can spend Christmas Day by the seaside.

In the meantime, we've stocked up on all the important stuff: bread, cheese, fruit, tomatoes, olives, chocolate, juice, wine, and apple liqueur with tonic. Yesterday, we had a picnic lunch that we enjoyed so much, we decided to continue the tradition while all the restaurants are closed or fully booked over the next couple days. Our only concern will be finding coffee. The quality of the coffee here is so vastly superior to London's, I'm determined to drink as much as humanly possible while we're here.

That's about it for now. Pictures to come, but potentially not until I'm back in London, as I am lacking a suitable card reader. Bones festes, as they say!

Tuesday, December 1, 2009

We Wish You a Poopy Christmas...

As of this afternoon, the boyfriend and I are officially booked for a weeklong trip to Barcelona for Christmas! Huzzah!

In my excitement, I immediately began Googling Christmas in Barcelona... only to discover that they have the Best.Christmas.Traditions.Ever. Not one, but TWO traditional figures are devoted to poo.

The Caganer is a figure of a Catalonian man with his trousers down, defecating on the ground (to fertilize the soil). It's a staple of their nativity scenes and is supposed to bring good luck.


The Caga Tio literally means "poo log" in Catalan. Children look after this log, keeping it nice and warm until Christmas Eve... when they bash it with sticks and demand it poop out presents and sweets.


Amazing. You can bet I'll be hitting the Christmas markets so I can bring these lovelies home with me.