After the train, we got quite lost. My new sandals ripped up my feet terribly. When we got home I banished them in anger to the bottom of my backpack. The park was nice, but there's not much to say about it.
After that we headed out to La Rambla again. I'm in search of these stupid hippie pants they have everywhere. I didn't find the right pair, but I did buy another pair of stupid hippie pants that I'll never wear. We also found a chocolate muffin (yum) and bunyols?, little sugar donuts that ended up having an anise flavor (ewww).
Then on to Sinatra's, a New York themed restaurant (very sad of us). We ordered sangria and a number of mediocre tapas. I was adventurous and got a crispy duck roll. It was one of the better dishes. And to end our night we headed back to the main street to drink more sangria and people watch. Our favorite to watch was a promoter guy who didn't just glance at girls' butts, but turned his head sideways to get a really good view. Cat said, "He's checking out dogs too. He has no shame."
- Megan Leigh
Its true, no shame at all. You should have seen him. The park was neat, but after seeing the City Museum, it's hard to compete. True it's much older, and the grand plan was to make it a private lil town of beauty, but only two houses ended up being built, so the museum wins. Who knew St Louis could win a competition against Barcelona!
- Cat
6 comments:
This trip seems to be centered around sangria. Everything else can be bad, but sangria makes it all ok.
What are these stupid hippie pants you bought?
yeah, can you post a picture of somebody wearing the stupid hippie pants? i'm picturing hemp draw-string pants. am i close?
I am sensing a sagria theme also. Have you thought about ordering Spanish food? Duck rolls don't sound very Spanish, even if it is called tapas. I want to see the pants too. Show us the pants and why are they not the stupid ones you wanted?
Yeah we've tried ordering everything we can. Neither of us eat seafood, which has limited the options.
I think the food is crappy because where we are is so touristy they always have a naive clientele awaiting.
Pants! Pants! Pants! Post a picture of the pants. Even on someone else would be fine. Maybe you can barter for some other treasure with the pants you don't like and then find a pair you do. Will they automatically make you start hippie dancing when you drink your sangria?
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