Built as a temporary exhibit, Poble Espanyol featured life-sized renditions of famous
building and architecture from different areas of Spain. Imagine a small stone walled village of a hodge-podge of architecture (colour-coded by region on the map we were given) with shops, bakeries, restaurants, workshops, and so on the lower level. The buildings were quite impressive. We especially liked the beautiful white building of the Arco region and the decorated facades of buildings from the Extremadura region. A small art museum within el Poble had the creepiest basement exhibit: lots and lots of small, life-sized, and gigantic puppets. They were especially creepy because Joanne and I went down there by ourselves. The dark lighting probably didn’t help either. Without even trying, I could imagine the puppets coming to life, turning their vacant eyes toward us with an intention to harm. Damn Twilight Zone for putting those kind of thoughts in my head!
After checking out the sculpture garden and taking pictures through the quirky cobblestone alleyways that had Andalucían buildings facing Barcelonan ones, Jo and I wandered around a couple of Jardines in the area. Barcelonans certainly love their well-manicured and public gardens!
We hit up the Joan Miró museum next. The temporary exhibit featured international murals. Artists from different countries were given rooms or walls upon which to go crazy. Many were quite stereotypical to their specific countries. Thailand’s was all red with a dancing Thai god stenciled in gold paint in a gold spiral. German’s was geometric with colorful and straight-lined blocks. United States’ was a doodle-out record of reported UFO sightings and written out blobs of common and uncommon fears grouped into categories. The U.S. would do that... Oh, and Miró’s works were cool too. Haha. They’re very simplistic but humourous. In the Miró mood, we checked out the Parc de Joan Miró, where we relaxed in the shade of a gigantic colorful mosaic Miró statue looming out of a rectangular pool of water.
Freshened up from fresh fruit and drinks from el Mercat Boqueria, we met up with Natalie who finally got her lost luggage at her grandparent’s summerhouse a train-ride away. We headed to the local supermarket to pick up some cheap wines. We bought three Barcelonan wines for 2.60 – 3.50 €, i.e.: $ 3.2 – 4.3. And that’s when the shit began… Before pregaming with the wines, we had a tapas dinner with sangrias. Then finished two out of the three bottles of wine as we got ready to go out. We tried to walk to down to the beach to look for Catwalk, a club that our hostel’s reception recommended, but that was an utter fail, because we didn’t realize the clubs were actually a ways away, requiring a bus ride. Some policemen helped us with directions, saying that the clubs were too far to get to on foot. So we ended up going to a smaller club off of La Rambla, named Guru. Admittedly, the club was a bit sketch, but I was at the point where I wouldn’t have noticed such things. We got two complementary drinks with our cover, so I had a mix drink as Jo and Nat took tequila shots. For our second drink, Nat suggested Absinthe shots. Unfortunately, I didn’t get to see the green fairy, although the interesting licorice aftertaste did last for a bit. We sat down and talked with two guys from Israel who were also in Barcelona for vacation. After dancing with Nat for a few songs, I realized I had a bit too much. Instead of seeing a tiny green Kylie Minogue sparklingly flit across my vision from the green liquor, I saw Guru’s toilet bowl into which I wretched my dindin. Mmm… appetizing, eh? At that point of the night, I couldn’t enjoy myself much longer, so we walked back to the hostel where I could be sick some more and pass out.
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