All day bus tour

Last night we purchased some musilx-esc cereal and this morning remembered that we didn’t have anything to eat them out of. So I McGivered a set of suitable cutlery and matching bowls for the occasion out of a used 1.5 L water bottle. . A total success.
We use about 2-3 of these bottles a day. I see now why they banned these things in San Francisco.

At about 10am we boarded a double decker autoboos for an all day tour of Barcelona. We sat on the top like fools as the temperature was 30 degrees celcius. Not that that meant anything to us, but it was pretty dang warm. It seemed like we were putting on sunscreen every 20 minutes or so. I think we were gone for around 6 hours seeing all of the really awesome things in the city. For example, Sagrada Famila, Mount Tibidabo, the waterfront, the Columbus Monument, a bunch of museums, the Olymipic stuff from 1992 and some other stuff. Gaudi, the famous Spanish architect and artist did so much work in Barcelona! There seemed to be one of his surreal, dreamlike buildings in every district. I kept saying that his work was really weird…and it is, but really beautiful and unique. One of his apartment buildings is said to contain not one right angle. We circled places on our map that we wanted to go back and see later. It was probably the most comprehensive and convenient tour I’ve ever been on. And it was nice to sit for a while as our feet were already hurting from hauling our way too full backpacks.

After a quick shower and short rest, we headed back to the Ramblas to find some dinner. For some reason, we have had the hardest time either finding a place to eat or deciding on a place to eat. Is it because we’re cheap? Indecisive? Insecure? Not used to the late hours of eating? Anyway, we went to a tapas restaurant where they serve little plates of a lot of things. Our waitress could have cared less about us, but our Spanish li’l smokies sure were tasty. We strolled down the Ramblas some more to discover a crazy group of Turkish soccer fans chanting and cheering for some game that had just ended. What a bunch of crazies! We turned off onto some side road that a lot of other people seemed to be heading down and right into a creepy neighborhood jam packed with partying young folks. And by partying I mean sitting on the sidewalk drinking beer, smoking, smoking, smoking, and maybe playing hacky sack or some other hippie activities. A lot of the little grocery stores are owned by Indians. All night we were being offered red cans of beer-pronounced bearrrr. Let’s just say that they probably had a lot of success that night. At around midnight we went to the Placa de Catalunya Rach was bored so we saw some more Gaudi buildings and made our way home to Hostel Lenin.
Rachel and Jonathan