Barcelona Part One

We were in Barcelona in April. It would be hard to imagine a more beautiful city. My jaw was perpetually dropped and I drove my husband bonkers pointing out every single gorgeous house and building (which is sort of all of them). He was so good about it though - "Yes, that is beautiful.", "Yes, I do see the fresco detail now that you point it out.",  "Mmm, even more beautiful than the last one". He is such a good husband that way - he supports what I'm passionate about by pretending to know what a fresco is. So sweet.

I am not exaggerating when I say, every single house and building looks like this. Street after street, in every part of the city. It is just so beautiful. I dragged my poor family several hundred blocks to see something I have been waiting to see for as long as I can remember. They were getting a bit cranky and at one point Will said, "This better be good". So, when we rounded the corner and came upon this:

Well, it all worked out. (I think he said, Woooah, holy sh#*! or something along those lines) La Sagrada Familia. All it is promised to be and more. I could have sat and looked at it for days. The photograph does not do it justice. It is one massive, detailed, craggy, wonder of a building.

It is a Roman Catholic church designed by Antonio Gaudi and has been under construction since 1882. It is projected to be complete in 2026. In regard to the timeline for the construction of the building, Gaudi is reported to have said, "My client is not in a hurry".

Another beautiful part of the city is the Barri Gothic. It is the ancient part of the city with winding alleys and a massive cathedral.

I'm telling you these European churches are mind blowing. I have seen so many pictures of them, but I was really thankful to be able to stand in one and just be overtaken with awe. I really don't think God likes these churches any more than say, ones made from former home improvement stores, but I cannot deny that I felt the holiness of this place.

The one thing we found difficult about Barcelona was a cultural thing (of course - there is really only ever one problem with leaving one's country and that is the problem of entering another culture). The Spanish have very strange eating times. Honestly, there is one thing you do not mess with and that is my access to food. On our first day, we were all done with site-seeing etc. and we were ready to chow down. It was 6:30 pm. Dinner time right? Not so much. We literally could not find an open restaurant. We walked and walked and were totally bewildered - and SUPER cranky. Finally we just stood outside of one that looked promising and waited. And waited. 8:30 pm and the doors finally opened. Seriously - the entire city (maybe the entire country?) is like this. They eat in the morning and go to work and then they eat a very large LATE lunch - from 2:00-4:00. Then I have no idea what they do - go back to work maybe? Then they eat dinner at what is basically my bedtime. I honestly thought we might have to leave once I realized this. I cannot eat that late - I will not sleep. And sleep is only second to eat on the list of things I really, really like to do. Such is the hazard of traveling to the unfamiliar.  Here is us finally sitting down to dinner that first night. Can you see how hungry we are? We were trying to get the pasta out of that thing in the wall (No, we were not. That would be gross).

It was an Italian restaurant! We had Spanish tapas the next day - yum. But, my favorite meal in Barcelona was sushi. Sushi is my favorite meal anywhere. More Barcelona coming soon. Have a fantastic day/night wherever you are!

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