Yesterday I went to Barcelona to see Alison. She came to visit David and since America's Health care System is absolutely terrible get her medicines as well. Joan and I arrived at 1:00 and went to see Xevi at his office and then met David and Alison for lunch at this amazing Japanese Restaurant near La Ramblas. I want to go again soon, they had section where your food could be cooked on the wok or a la plancha, as well as sushi, salads and desserts. After lunch Ali and I walked with Xevi back to La Rambla and David and Joan went and did their own thing for a few hours. It started raining so we ducked inside a nearby Starbucks and had our cafés and talked about everything possible. I love to just soak up the time with her and the city of Barcelona, there is always something new to see. We made it into H&M and Mango, drooled over all the amazing clothes and felt terrible about ourselves while seeing the beautiful Spanish girls pull off any look so effortlessly while the same shirts on us made us look pregnant. We walked in and out of shops, went to the top of La Pedrera and had a coffee at another Starbucks later.
The boys were supposed to meet us at 6:30, well, Joan called and said they were on the way. At 7:00 they were still with their friends across town. At 7:30 they still weren't on the way. So, we decided to walk to them.
Asking the woman at La Pedrera, "Donde esta Callé Arago?" "GOING DOWN" she replied. First of all, thanks for the great directions, secondly, if we asked you in Spanish please don't insult us by speaking in English. whatever. So, we made our way down and decided to do an experiment and ask random people and see if they responded in Spanish. The rest of them did. An old man in a suit said "bajo" A well dressed Spanish woman at a bank didn't know but spoke Spanish with us and finally a very nice woman pointed us in the right direction, spoke in spanish, slowly and wished us luck. And who says the Spanish aren't nice? We called Joan and told him were by the big Burberry store on Callé Aragon and were on the way, Ali talked to David and he told her to take a taxi. We didn't want to spend the money so we started walking.
Fifteen minutes later we get a call and the boys are at Burberry! Seriously? So, after they told us to take a taxi (which we could have and would have had to pay for) they walked to where we were instead. We finally made it to them and hopped in the car to go to see the fountains of Montjuiic.
The fountains weren't working last night. Just our luck. So, we called it a night and dropped Alison and David off at his home. I hate saying goodbye to her so much but I also love that I get to because that means I was able to see her again and she was able to visit Barcelona, a city she loves. I have no doubt one day she will live here. She would appreciate every second of it.
Here are some photos of Ali and I in Barcelona.
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