Maybe it’s because Passover just passed, and I miss Aunt Sandy’s cooking, the laughter of my little cousins, minor details that were once overlooked. Sometimes you feel like you're missing out on everything, while other times you feel like nothing has ever changed. So let me reflect on one of the best weeks, or rather five days of my life, which I can’t believe was less than two weeks ago, and was of course shared with hysterias of laughter with none other than one of my dearest friends in the world, Kathryn. I don’t even remember how it was decided upon, but we decided to visit Barcelona.
My spring break was only a brief moment of five days; hers was about two weeks, but she sacrificed a bit for her outspoken friend, thank goodness, and met me in Barcelona. If you’ve never watched the film, Vicky Cristina Barcelona by Woody Allen, that film in itself is enough of a reason to want to visit this wonderful city. The first two days it rained, by we were still all touristy and visited Las Ramblas, everything the architect Gaudi’ managed to touch and orchestrate in the city, dance, relax, eat tons and tons of deliciously food that Satan himself must have cooked, because it was all fried. We shared a hostel room with five boys from Belgian, which was interesting. Live and let live. Hope you enjoy the photos…
The inside of "La Boquerot", aka the best market everr
Just some meat hanging in the market, NBD
Entry-way of the market
Catedral de Barcelona
Arc de Triomf
Parc de la Ciutadella
Some nice looking statue..
Me in Parc Guell
Another shot in the Parc..
Muscians in the Parc
Kathryn taking a snapshot!
Basilica of the Sagrada Familia
Entrance of the Basilica
Inside of the Basilica, I was in awe
Interesting way to display Jesus..
And then when we were leaving, we saw how amazing the back was..
Casa Amatller & Casa Battlo'
On the street near the Casas
Us at the beach
Our Belgian friends
Pretty much, one of the most architecturally amazing cities I have visited thus far. If you ever have the opportunity to go, leap for it.
P.s..I hope you all had a Buona Pasqua, or Passover, you bet your ass I don’t know how to say Passover in Italian, there are maybe two Jews in this entire country, me being one of them haha.