We arrived in Barcelona around 10pm on September 3, 2006. I had used an online service to find an apartment here instead of a hotel — and it was great. It was on Consell de Cent in the Eixample district. We actually felt like we had our own little flat here…the apartment had a bedroom, living room, laundry, and a little kitchen. Too bad we can’t stay here for a week!
The next morning we woke up early and made our way to the Parc Güell, stopping along the way for two cafés con leche and croissants con queso y jamón. We made it to the park right as it was opening for the day and started wandering around. We found trails all around, viaducts, random little things…almost hallucinogenic.
Chris on Tres Cruces
We found great views of the city in the highest parts of the park. From one point you could the Sagrada Familia.
From another point, this.
The details on the plaza were beautiful.
After the park we walked over to the Sagrada Familia. There’s something to shoot everywhere you look. Here are just a few shots.
We were both disappointed you could no longer walk up to the top but had to take the elevator — that trek was part of the fun! You could still walk down though.
Chris and I had both been here before, but never together. Even without the stair experience, the view was still amazing.
After the Sagrada Familia we headed out to Camp Nou and the Museu of FC Barcelona. We got to go inside the stadium and see the field…
(or pitch, as Chris tells me)
…and then to the museum full of photographs showing just how huge fútbol is all over the world. We also had a little fun in the store — FC Botiga.
Around 3pm, we decide to find lunch…plus, we’ve walked so much today I’m a little worn out and could use the rest. I had picked a place off La Rambla but we could never find it, so we wandered around a bit and happened upon a place behind the Boquería called Ra. We sat outside on the full patio and the food was pretty tasty. I had gazpacho and then a chicken and rice dish and Chris had a squid soup and some kind of pureed melon drink. Afterwards, Chris got in a siesta while I tried unsuccessfully to make a hotel reservation in Nice. We wandered to a nearby diner-style restaurant for a simple dinner and prepared for an early morning train the next day.