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The One With Europe ’11 Day 12 – The Church, Stadium & Park Of Barcelona

At Park Guell Of Barcelona

If there is one temptress of a city in Europe, whom seduce you with gorgeous places and great places, Barcelona will be it.

I couldn’t be more blessed with the weather, allowing me to visit some major sights in the city on my second day here. In between spots I get to see some of the more rural part of Barcelona, where in the midst of nondescript but equally beautiful public housing (did you know they also have flats here?), you have a culture/sport/nature spot.

Isn’t that amazing?

– Visited the awesome La Sangrada Familia, the last work and arguably the most impressive of all Gaudi’s work. Just seeing the facade from the outside was already an amazing sight. There is no other word for it. The whole damn church defies every law known to humankind.
– The inside was equally jaw-dropping but in very different ways. Towering columns, amazing use of natural light, intricate stained glass panels… everything was deliberately created the way they were, and for good reasons
– In the workshop I discovered the many wondrous inspirations Gaudi used for the church. Now if there is one type of architecture which I could truly admire and indulge in, it would be his
– Next up was the Barcelona football stadium. Where I get to see the FIFA World Cup, the stadium, the golden shoe, the vuvuzela…
– … and I learned who Leo Massi was
– … and then I became a Barca myself
– Right after the stadium, made my way to Park Guell. I had no idea how the park will be spread out, and it was totally useless to follow the crowd for they are going every different direction. So I just followed my feet… upwards. Towards the vantage point of the park
– At where I was rewarded with this amazing skyline of Barcelona. I was lucky that the sky cleared up and I can see everything clearly; from the port, to La Rambla, to La Sangrada Familia. Barcelona, without a doubt, was a beautiful city
– From there I carry my weary feet back to the hostel for a spot of… laundry. Doing what a local might do.
– Then out for tapas at Catalana. Walked like some 5 km to get there. Amazing food, easily the best Spanish meal I had. Trained home.

In bed by twelve. Dead tired but dead satisfied. Ooooh wait till you see the photos.