We woke up extra late today in attempt to skip the Barcelona six-o'clock nap. We met our friends from yesterday at the hostel and set out to see the Gaudi sights. We walked down La Rambla and Passeig de Gracia and saw several Gaudi buildings. We finally made it to the other side of Barcelona where we admired the incredible Sagrada Familia.
We headed back to get a quick lunch at the cheap supermarket. Since this morning was one of our tourist days, of course we had our cameras out. I was videotaping the area, and all of a sudden, about five big scary prostitutes began surrounding me and yelling at me. They were trying to see what I was filming. Yikes. As we said, prostitutes probably have already given up on their dreams to be on the big screen in order to pursue...other carreer paths. Christine realized I was being hasseled and she came to my rescue. She grabbed my hand as they were grabbing me and we RAN. One chased after us and proceeded to slap my butt. I guess it was an easy target. We ran for the life of us and hid in a market until we caught our breaths. I don't think we will be walking through that street ever again. Marcello and those prostitues may haunt our dreams for a while.
After we regained our courage, we bought some bread, cheese and popcorn for lunch and enjoyed it in our lovely apartment style hostel room. Since it was already late in the afternoon we decided to save our beach day until tomorrow.
We hit the shops. This time they were open. We found some cool stores and thought we should support them with our money. After burning a hole in our pockets, we decided to get a budge, yet delicious, dinner from the market. This isn't just any market, it is a fruit, meat, cheese and candy HAVEN. We spent only a few Euro each and got fresh ingredients to make a great salad. We also stopped at our favorite supermarket to get a sixty cent baguette. We are now regulars at that shop.
We ate our dinner with the ipod blasting and then got ready to go out (ipod still blasting). We headed over to the hostel to meet up with our friends. We played more drinking games. This time we taught them an American game. It was a ton of fun just like the night before. The different languages are so interesting. We can all be so different, yet so similar.
We went out to find a bar that is infamous for its numerous amounts of flaming shots. On the long walk, we started having a sing-a-long (you all could have guessed by now). There was one boy from Brazil who didn't speak a word of English, only Spanish and Portuguese. But he DID know every word to a Justin Bieber song. Who would have thunk.
We found Chupitos and had a great time there. S'mores, chocolate, reeses, how could it get better? We didn't stay too long because we were all starting to get tired. Even they are not used to staying up all night every night (us Americans seem like champs next to them). We set out for the long walk home where we had a few dance breaks and song sessions. We also taught one of the French boys different expressions in English in exchange for the French equivalents. We explained to him that Americans don't "pose pepe," we simply go to the bathroom. And that saying (in French) that you have a cigar at the tip of your lips does NOT mean you are about to smoke a cigar.
It was a really fun day, but still extremely tiring. Beach nap tomorrow is a MUST.
-J and C
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