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Little Brother and two of our travel friends from Indonesia went to Barcelona last weekend. I've been to Barcelona twice: the first time with my Ex which was quite romantic. The second time with my ex inlaws, which was awful because I got sixk and we had to spend half a day searching for the football stadium whil eonly one person in the group wanted to see it. (hint: it wasn't me)
This time, we booked an appartment through AirBnB. A first for me, I am positive about the experience. The appartment was large, with a private terrace, living room and three bedrooms (Little Brother and I shared). It was perfect because I needed a kitchen for midnight snacks and a place to nap. If previous I was the queen of naps, I am now promoting myself to Empress. We waited a bit too long to book our plane tickets and as a result we had sucky departure time on thursday (7 in the morning) and an indirect flight back on Sunday. Let this be a lesson for next time. I was however practicing my skills of not giving a fuck and letting other people handle things, which all in all went splendid.
Thursday
E. drove me and Little Brother to the airport on Thursday (5 am) where we boarded in good spirits. With only hand luggage we quickly were out of the Barcelona airport and on our way to the appartment. A friend of the owner showed us around. The AirBnB site didn't mention that the door to the bathroom consisted of an aluminium frame and bubble wrap, or that the appartment was kind of 'industrial'. Meaning it was an old warehous and they didn't spend much on remodelling or decorating. It was fine for our purpose though.
After settling in, we walked to the beach enjoyed the blue skies and even ventured into see with our pants rolled to our knees. Great to be in a place with nice weather. When I bowed over a fountain to drink some water, an delderly guy on a bicycle drove past me and slapped me on the butt. I was too stunned to react. Even at three months pregnant my ass looked inviting enough to slap! How rude. We had some lovely tapas on the beach and got some groceries on the way back to our appartment. We planned on going out but the others had a couple of drinks on the terrace and before we knew it, it was dark. We stayed in and watched a movie on Little Brother's laptop, nice and cozy.
Friday
Park Guell! one of my favorite parcs, much to my suprise they have a new ticket system in order. Due to limitation of the amount of visitors, you have to a buy a ticket for the next available time slot, which was usually 2-3 hours after you arrived. This came as a suprise, but we bought a tickets and wandered through the parc to kill the time. It really is gorgeous. Climbed a pile of rocks that didn't look steep but in retrospect, 10 feet is still a pretty long way down. We enjoyed the famous mozaics and went on our merry way to the Sagrada Familia. I am allergic to something that grows in the parc because my hay fever was going crazy at this point.
We decided to have dinner first, which was a mistake. By the time we got to the ticket line, we could only get a timeslot around 7 pm and my eyes were burning and I was very, very tired. Instead we went to Catalunya and did some shopping on the Ramblas: a nice summer hat and a Desigual dress. I have to go for size Large these days, but that was to be expected considering the circumstances. My bossom is very impressive and for the first time in my life I face the problem that my cleavage is always indecent due to it's size. Who knew THAT was ever going to happen to the flat chested A cup teenager! At seven Little Brother and me went back to the appartment, where I fell asleep and woke around 20.30. The others went out and came back around 2.30 with stories about drinking cocktails and bar hopping, while I stayed in and watched 'Jupiter Ascending'. I liked my night better. Much as I hate to admit it, I miss the taste of wine. I can do without drinking alcohol but I've come to appreciate the taste of wine and it sort of sucks. It's all worth it though.
I never quite understood the concept of going out to town to meet strangers, try to carry shallow conversation in bars with loud music and getting back home smelling of smoke and sweat. There should at least be some dancing to make it worth my while. As it was, I liked the couch and the pot of tea next to me.
Saturday
We bought our tickets for the Sagrada Familia online and headed out to mount Montjuic first. It has abeautiful viewpoint over the sea and the city. I wouldn't bother with the castle next time as it was rather empty. I was glad we took the round trip ticket for transportation, if I had to walk the whole way I would have been exhausted after this. Afterwards we went to the Sagrada and it is magniificent. Last time I visited it was full with scaffolds, but now the church is in use, with huge stained glass windows and wonderfull light. I am so glad we went there and I even ventured up the tower on the nativity side. They cleverly designed a tiny elevator to get people up, and we only had to walk down. Great thinking, thanks guys!
We went back to the appartment where I took a nap, and we went out for dinner in the area of our appartment. Unfortunately the food was overpriced, didn't taste good and the waiter made some mistakes that he blamed on us (and he only wanted to talk to the man in our company). Blegh.
Sunday
A relaxed day, where we went back to the beach where we layed in the sand while Little Brother took a dive. Watching people on the boulevard and once more eating fried tapas (by now, I couldn't stomach anything fried anymore. Too much of our food had been fried the past days. We took a taxi to the airport and went home. E picked us up and Noushka was extatic to see me again. E and I videochatted on Friday and when she heard my voice through the phone, she started looking for me in the room and outside. It was very cute.
E cleared the attic and tomorrow the builders will arrive to place the scaffold. Next week the construction will start and we'll have two nice attic rooms in a couple of weeks. Untill then, we have a bass guitar in our bedroom and too much furniture in our livingroom. The dog doesn't mind, she's walking into corners of wood funriture 'by accident', always with her jaws open and her teeteh ending up in the wood. Curious.
This time, we booked an appartment through AirBnB. A first for me, I am positive about the experience. The appartment was large, with a private terrace, living room and three bedrooms (Little Brother and I shared). It was perfect because I needed a kitchen for midnight snacks and a place to nap. If previous I was the queen of naps, I am now promoting myself to Empress. We waited a bit too long to book our plane tickets and as a result we had sucky departure time on thursday (7 in the morning) and an indirect flight back on Sunday. Let this be a lesson for next time. I was however practicing my skills of not giving a fuck and letting other people handle things, which all in all went splendid.
Thursday
E. drove me and Little Brother to the airport on Thursday (5 am) where we boarded in good spirits. With only hand luggage we quickly were out of the Barcelona airport and on our way to the appartment. A friend of the owner showed us around. The AirBnB site didn't mention that the door to the bathroom consisted of an aluminium frame and bubble wrap, or that the appartment was kind of 'industrial'. Meaning it was an old warehous and they didn't spend much on remodelling or decorating. It was fine for our purpose though.
After settling in, we walked to the beach enjoyed the blue skies and even ventured into see with our pants rolled to our knees. Great to be in a place with nice weather. When I bowed over a fountain to drink some water, an delderly guy on a bicycle drove past me and slapped me on the butt. I was too stunned to react. Even at three months pregnant my ass looked inviting enough to slap! How rude. We had some lovely tapas on the beach and got some groceries on the way back to our appartment. We planned on going out but the others had a couple of drinks on the terrace and before we knew it, it was dark. We stayed in and watched a movie on Little Brother's laptop, nice and cozy.
Friday
Park Guell! one of my favorite parcs, much to my suprise they have a new ticket system in order. Due to limitation of the amount of visitors, you have to a buy a ticket for the next available time slot, which was usually 2-3 hours after you arrived. This came as a suprise, but we bought a tickets and wandered through the parc to kill the time. It really is gorgeous. Climbed a pile of rocks that didn't look steep but in retrospect, 10 feet is still a pretty long way down. We enjoyed the famous mozaics and went on our merry way to the Sagrada Familia. I am allergic to something that grows in the parc because my hay fever was going crazy at this point.
We decided to have dinner first, which was a mistake. By the time we got to the ticket line, we could only get a timeslot around 7 pm and my eyes were burning and I was very, very tired. Instead we went to Catalunya and did some shopping on the Ramblas: a nice summer hat and a Desigual dress. I have to go for size Large these days, but that was to be expected considering the circumstances. My bossom is very impressive and for the first time in my life I face the problem that my cleavage is always indecent due to it's size. Who knew THAT was ever going to happen to the flat chested A cup teenager! At seven Little Brother and me went back to the appartment, where I fell asleep and woke around 20.30. The others went out and came back around 2.30 with stories about drinking cocktails and bar hopping, while I stayed in and watched 'Jupiter Ascending'. I liked my night better. Much as I hate to admit it, I miss the taste of wine. I can do without drinking alcohol but I've come to appreciate the taste of wine and it sort of sucks. It's all worth it though.
I never quite understood the concept of going out to town to meet strangers, try to carry shallow conversation in bars with loud music and getting back home smelling of smoke and sweat. There should at least be some dancing to make it worth my while. As it was, I liked the couch and the pot of tea next to me.
Saturday
We bought our tickets for the Sagrada Familia online and headed out to mount Montjuic first. It has abeautiful viewpoint over the sea and the city. I wouldn't bother with the castle next time as it was rather empty. I was glad we took the round trip ticket for transportation, if I had to walk the whole way I would have been exhausted after this. Afterwards we went to the Sagrada and it is magniificent. Last time I visited it was full with scaffolds, but now the church is in use, with huge stained glass windows and wonderfull light. I am so glad we went there and I even ventured up the tower on the nativity side. They cleverly designed a tiny elevator to get people up, and we only had to walk down. Great thinking, thanks guys!
We went back to the appartment where I took a nap, and we went out for dinner in the area of our appartment. Unfortunately the food was overpriced, didn't taste good and the waiter made some mistakes that he blamed on us (and he only wanted to talk to the man in our company). Blegh.
Sunday
A relaxed day, where we went back to the beach where we layed in the sand while Little Brother took a dive. Watching people on the boulevard and once more eating fried tapas (by now, I couldn't stomach anything fried anymore. Too much of our food had been fried the past days. We took a taxi to the airport and went home. E picked us up and Noushka was extatic to see me again. E and I videochatted on Friday and when she heard my voice through the phone, she started looking for me in the room and outside. It was very cute.
E cleared the attic and tomorrow the builders will arrive to place the scaffold. Next week the construction will start and we'll have two nice attic rooms in a couple of weeks. Untill then, we have a bass guitar in our bedroom and too much furniture in our livingroom. The dog doesn't mind, she's walking into corners of wood funriture 'by accident', always with her jaws open and her teeteh ending up in the wood. Curious.
