sigh…well day.05 wasnt the last day of the trip, but it turned out to be the last day i took pics. sorry. we had a late start as it was, sleeping in new years day. we figured most of the stores and restaurants wouldnt be open anyhoo, so we just slept til whenever we felt like getting up. when we did finally make our way outta our hotel, we continued our montjuic romp, tho by the time we started our way up to the castle the sun was already setting. so we caught a bus back down the mountain instead that took us back to the placa de catalunya. the weather was meh too, so we looked for a place to eat. many of the restaurants were closed new years day, so we ate at some spanish fast food joint…word. after we finished, jess decides to up and disappear on me. so im like…ok, thats super. i wasnt down with heading back to the hotel just yet, so i trek’d on without her. i made my way back to the placa and took some night shots, then headed down to born, wandered over to the edge of the parc de la ciutadella, caught the subway down to port olimpic, took some pics of the giant gehry pescado, then chilled out the rest of the night at this rockin’ little crepes shop underneath the fish. i have no idea what the name of the place was, but they had a double-decker bus (mightve been a british roadmaster) parked inside their shop and converted into their kitchen. coo place.
i slept late the next day again (the last day of our trip) and never even made it out the door, instead hanging around the hotel neighborhood, munching on prosciutto, chocolate pudding, and a bottle of fanta. the following day, air france mucked our flight again, we missed our connecting flight to jfk, hung around charles du gaulle airport (not the nice terminal…one of the boring terminals) for about an hour and a half, then got to catch a nice flight sandwiched between multiple sets of loud babies…and behind an especially obnoxious brat who wailed and cried like a little dickface. his dad was a dick too, keeping his seat reclined as far back as possible and occasionally resting his arms over his head onto my television monitor…you fuck. i kicked the seat a couple times as a gentle reminder for him to move his fucking arm. on the bright side, i watched crash (excellent movie!) and just like heaven (cheeeeese).
viva barcelona!
* you can check out the full set of barcelona pics on flickr.
