Alice still hates mapas, but we love tapas

...if somebody orders them for us.


This post coming at you live via a French keyboard, which is hilariously different than an Q,ericqn (LOL THAT SHOULD SAY AMERICAN) one, so bear with us if there are misplaced letters. Now, take a moment to picture a bear walking down the street with us.


Ah, Barthelona. Que bueno. Let us begin.


We arrived in Sitges in the evening after waiting for an hour to buy long distance train tickets to our next destination. Efficient job, Spain. We stayed with a family friend, Lieve, in her sick beach side apartment 20 minutes outside the city. After a walk around town, she had this waiting for us:

Figure 5-1: Jealous?

Then we had delicious ice cream. Jealous again?


The next morning, we woke up to croissants and lattes. Lieve, we love you. We headed into the city and walked to Park de Guel. So pretty! All of the views and crazy tile artwork. At the end of the park, there was a woman dressed as a tiled dragon that you could take pics with. Sweet.

Figure 5-2: Sneaky picture from behind.

While waiting for some foods, we tried to make model-esque/cheek bone accentuqted pictures. Here is Alice's:

Figure 5-3: Grat job.

After foods, ze ventured down to the Sagrada Familia.  INSANE CHURCH.  So many things going on in there.  You did a great job, Gaudi.   To end the day, we thought we would walk a few minutes to see some historic casa.  Obviously we got lost.  It took us two hours to find, and boy was it lackluster.  Note to selves:  you suck at maps.  Probably why we hate them...


We got dinner back in Sitges, and while we were eating ice cream (LOL JEALOUS AGAIN?) we noticed a crazy 12ish year old staring at us.  With her arms crossed.  Blatantly.  She had no shame, good for her.  On our walk back to Lieve's, we saw a lady walking a tiny dog, which then tripped over a leaf.  HA.  See Alice's depiction below:

Figure 5-4:  U SIRIUS DOG??!!

The next day, Lieve drove us into the city and showed us Montjuic (mountain for Jews apparently...HEYO!) and the Olympic structures.  There was also the most intense cemetary that spanned an entire mountain.  For future reference, gypsies decorate graves with ~one billion pink flowers.  Knowledge = power.

Lieve then took us to her favorite tapas place.  Oh my GOD.  So delicious.  WE LOVE BREAD AND CHEESE AND MINI HAMBURGERS!!! After tapas, we walked to the Cathedral but could not go in since we were too provocatively dressed.  Thwarted by shorts and t-shirts again!  The day finished with the Arc de Triomf (spelling?!) and the Picasso museum.  We did a great job.

On our last day in Barthelona, we decided to dress appropriately and went inside the Cathedral. Discovery: Alice loves Saints.  We walked down La Rambla and the Rambla del Mar, where we found a new best friend.  We named him Buoy Boy...KNOW WHY??

Figure 5-5: All you will ever know is the sky, and maybe a bird.

We had lunch at Lieve's fancy tennis club, and saw some interesting things on the drive home.  Let us preface this with the fact that while walking down La Rambla, we saw some peeps playing games.  When two policemen approached, they all scattered.  However, on the side of the highway we saw empty plastic chairs.  When we asked Lieve what they were, she casually replied "prostitutes."  Games = illegal, prosititues = not.  See Amanda's rendition below:

Figure 5-6: Hilarious job, Spain.

We left Barcelona the next day, but not before purchasing all the liquids in "giant" sizes (see Madrid post).  To kill time in the train station we played our usual game of war, and our first cards were proportional to our drink sizes (Amanda's is on the left).

Figure 5-7: PHUN ZITH PROPORTIONS 

On the train, we ran into America's parachuting team, and "Bruce Willis"

Figure 5-8: And y u go 2 France?

Trip Revelations (shortened since typing on this keyboard is the MOST annoying)

1. Personal space isn't a concept over here.  Seriously, get out of our grills.

2. Children run rampant.  Even in restaurants.  Hitting a stranger in the head with your ball while she is eating is A OKAY!!!!

3. Everything in Spain happens too late for us.  So tired.

4. Translations can be hilarious.

Figure 5-9:  Wait, which house?

Adios Spain.  Bonjour France (eurgh).

~àliçé µ ànàndà

(Alice:  It looks like there are bugs crawling on our names.)  lolcatz

Last thing.  French keyboards have this cool lil guy: §§ #win