so when are we moving to barcelona? 70-ish hours in catalunya

this whole learn french thing isn’t going well. you know what is? my recollection of spanish from middle school and an unending love for the city of barcelona.

I spent about three days there this week and, needless to say if you’ve read this post’s title, loved it. like, almost everything about the city, the amazingly efficient public transit, the wonderful food, the cheap drinks and the clubs where american music of the ’50s is mixed with roots reggae. if it weren’t for the stifling and constant presence of cigarette smoke, I would have probably never left. (this coming from someone who’s spent a significant amount of time in both paris and new york. I’m worried for your collective lung health, barcelona.)

some of my fav moments:

  • a coastal town with tons of mountains, we did a lot of unintended hiking and found some amazing views of the city.
the view as we climbed to the 1992 olympic stadium.
the view as we climbed to the 1992 olympic stadium.
more of that mountain view.
more of that mountain view.
the view as we climbed to gaudi park.
the view as we climbed to gaudi park

 

  • so freakin’ gaudi: this master artist’s stamp is all over the city. not going to lie, I was too cheap to pay for any of the museums and such, but what about this dr. seuss-ish structure right here?
sagrada familia, a cathedral, won't be complete until around 2028. wikipedia said ground broke in 1882.
sagrada familia, a cathedral, won’t be complete until around 2028. wikipedia said ground broke in 1882.
  • tappppaaaasssss. so, I was actually pretty versed in traditional spanish food thanks to the unavoidable influence of jose andres’ chains in washington, dc. spanish food in spain did not disappoint. the sangria, the fish and all the potatoes a person could ever want.
plain ol' tomato and goat cheese salad, but 'twas a wonderous start to a great meal in the placa de catalunya neighborhood.
plain ol’ tomato and goat cheese salad, but ’twas a wonderous start to a great meal in the placa de catalunya neighborhood.
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hands down the best thing I ate in barcelona. “merluza” which (after googling) I learned was hake fish in English. it’s in the cod family. also, that potato stew thing next to it? amaze-balls. if you’re ever in barcelona, the meal was had at bar bitacora, a hole in the wall near the beach.
  •  speaking of the beach. there is one and it’s really cool. even though it was in the 50’s, the sun was out so we beach bummed for a while, along with a ton of other beach-goers. even though it was february, folks were surfing and there were tons of restaurants up and down the strip.

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  • you know how I like to assign cities identities, right? so, paris is sort of the “carrie” from sex and the city of cities—very dictated by rules and sometimes a little overly concerned with what other people think. barcelona is more of a “lynn” from girlfriends. it’s a free-spirited place where people embrace chucks and tattoos and graffiti. so, you know, when in rome.
zen-like street art.
zen-like street art.
keeping it limber in front of a huge, beautiful water tower.
keeping it limber in front of a huge, beautiful water tower.
will always love lions.
will always love lions.
found a little bit of paris.
found a little bit of paris.
views! hair!
views! hair!
starbucks on the train. so american.
starbucks on the train. so american.
deal.
deal.

 

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4 thoughts on “so when are we moving to barcelona? 70-ish hours in catalunya

  1. Hi Whitney, you look like you’re having a blast in Barcelona. I’ve been reading about your adventures because I did something similar when I was in my junior year of college, and I, too, felt homesick after the first few months in Paris. When I took a trip to Spain I recall feeling so much more at ease and welcomed. I experienced a great deal of homesickness while I was in France and ultimately cut my trip short; to this day, I regret that decision; I left Paris way too soon to really discover it’s true beauty, and so I’m living vicariously through your experiences — so glad I found your blog. Your photos are great. I really hope you keep posting.

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