Today we walked, rode buses, and took metros to our various destinations. Here are the places that outshone the rest.
- the Parc Guell, where Dad took pics of B and me with buildings growing out of our heads
- the breakfast buffet at the hotel, which included mango mousse, tasty tortilla, and—hold your applause—FLAN!
- a little Spanish boutique, where I finally found a top: a ruffly turquoise one to match my jeans
- the Picasso Museum, where they exhibit Picasso's interpretations of Velasquez's "Las Meninas" from the Prado - he sat for months in the Prado and did, like, 30 different Las Meninas interpretations (google it.)
- the seaside restaurant for lunch, where we ate delightful paellas and even more delightful tomato spread on bread
- the beach near Barceloneta where K took some time to frolic about
- Mom panicking as she realized the maids had taken the towels that she had carefully hijacked for our trip tomorrow to the Costa Brava
- me making 2 euros for scarfing down a NASTY black olive in, like, 4 seconds
Overall, a good day, and we head out to dinner now. Tomorrow is Costa Brava Day!!! We’re wicked psyched. Adios! xo M
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