As I told a friend recently, it's okay to accept the guilt and move on, rather than do something you don't want to do to avoid the guilt. I'll accept the embarrassment rather than do something I don't want to do, i.e., give up the goodies.
|My new favorite food|
After that sweet and fortifying snack, we went back to the Boqueria for more provisions. We had to eat, you see -- everyone knows you can't shop hungry. Who knows what would have happened, shopping hungry in a place like that. I might have been followed home by an entire leg of pig. Or an ostrich egg. Or a tray of bizarre candied fruit -- notice the red and green fruitcake cherries?
|Love the "hardware" holding the legs|
Again, there are few words to express Gaudi's sense of playfulness. The fact that the bulk of it is meant to be experienced by anyone makes it even better -- Sagrada Familia, when it is eventually finished, is obviously intended for public use. The exteriors of Casa Batllo and La Pedrera, and his other houses, can be enjoyed by anyone who passes. I'm sure the interiors are equally spectacular, but those were meant for the owners or those who can pay. Public viewing is still free, and Gaudi wanted the public to experience his work fully.
|A little taste of Casa Batllo|
The park was a huge open air festival. It costs 8 euros to get into the Gaudi portion, which takes a lot of upkeep and care, but the largest portion of the grounds are free, with the Gaudi portions still visible. You just can't touch. And the whole point of the tile work, to me, is being able to run my hands over it. It made me want to come home and smash plates and tile things. Like the shed on the back of my house, or any random object that holds still long enough.
|Window display - with sewing machines!|
Though I enjoyed the climb up to the park, and walking through it, the tile work and the houses were what did it for me. I love the one building -- it looks like a gingerbread house with the icing dripping off, or melting ice cream. Architectural dessert. No wonder it appeals.
|I missed my kitties, but I met Spanish kitties|
I'm beginning to think Barcelona is just slightly off kilter, and I'm finally catching on. (This is a good thing).
|Gaudi buildings from upper path|
We had dinner again at Colom, our third visit now. After we'd rested at the apartment post-hike (Park Guell is really a far walk from the Bari Gotic, or at least it felt like it), we realized we didn't have the energy to go far, and there was still so much of Colom's menu we hadn't sampled yet. We had their mixed paella, which had rabbit in it, and another selection of tapas.
The staff was in fine form, and the waitress stopped by at the end of the meal with a digestif for us to sample. She and the owner and the bartender stayed and chatted for a bit and made us feel like we'd found a little place of our own there in the neighborhood.
Monday night was, if possible, even quieter than Sunday. Plus we'd walked miles, uphill, hiked around the park, been stunned by Gaudi again, and eaten and drunk well. Again.
|Tile detail - benches|
|I think the roofline looks like melting ice cream|
|Tile lizard fountain|
|View back from the window|
|Washerwoman's Portico - dizzying|