i suppose the beauty of my weekend in barcelona can only be expressed through pictures with witty (or decidedly non, as the case may be) captions about our adventures.
"isn't abroad awful?"
-john betjeman
the church near the sea where we attended easter mass. in catalan. us, and a bunch of old spanish women. catholic alliance 09.
friday night, following tapas and sangria, we drank ourselves ridiculous on the beach.
saturday was beautiful, despite the fateful weather predictions.
maggie, tommy & i enjoyed a walk along the boardwalk.
isn't it the best feeling when, in another country, you hear the music perfectly suitable for your surroundings? in paris, we had an accordion. in barcelona, we had this man.
barcelona loves street art.
el mercat de la boqueria. so epic.
i spared you all the pictures of the giant eel, and the tongues for sale.
on la rambla, i got a bit of a surprise.
from all the way in nyc, a happy 11-monthaversary greeting via ms. cummings.
la rambla. wanna buy a chipmunk?
la segrada familila. 1909-2026. epic drip-church.
view from the gaudí park.
our easter feast!
on sunday we rented bikes for our picnic/general amusement.
proof that i can actually still ride one.
the weekend echos of shouts for more sangria, broken spanglish, and strains of the stephen sondheim ballad with the appropriate title.
i love españa. siempre.
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