Hello, Barcelona!

I usually don’t make a detailed itinerary. I’m too impatient for that. I just know that I want to see this and that, and then I just wander around. That was what I did on my second day in Barcelona (the first one was spent around the neighborhood). I visited Picasso Museum and then walked to God knows where. So imagine how I felt when I turned in one corner and saw what was waiting silently: Catedral de Barcelona. And believe me, the cathedral itself had got me perplexed I literally couldn’t move for a minute.

I wasn’t so lucky on the third day. It was raining cats and dogs! It stopped, finally. I decided to visit Museu Nacional d’Art Catalunya, or better known as MNAC. I had to go uphill (not a big deal, actually, since they have escalators in case you’re too lazy to climb the stairs), and once I got there, I was flabbergasted. The view is… Oh, I’m out of words.

Walking a few meters from the MNAC, I got to Estadi Olimpic, the olympic arena that was built for 1992 Olympiad.

Next destination is Port Olimpic.

The next day, I went to the notorious architecture that became a symbol of Barcelona, Sagrada Familia. Going here in the summer was crazy, apparently. The crowd was… infuriating. But don’t mind the that, the visit to Sagrada Familia had yielded more and more admiration to Gaudi. He really is a genius.

Another Gaudi’s creation that became Barcelona’s symbol, Park Güell. It is said that this park was intentionally built as a housing site for Count Eusebi Güell, but in the end Gaudi bought it at Güell’s suggestion. The journey to Park Güell was really exhausting. It was up, up, up, up and up. But once you got to the top, it will be worth it. The view is breathtaking. Your eyes will thank your feet for bringing them up there. You can see the big part of Barcelona from the north area (including Sagrada Familia) down to the south, like Port Olimpic.

Next is Palau Reial de Pedalbres. After all the heat and crowd in Park Güell, going here was really soothing and comforting.

Last destination was Camp Nou. I’m not an avid fan of soccer, let alone FCB. But since this is included in the must-visit list when you go to Barcelona, here I went.

And just like that, my adventure here was over. The last time I went home with the Metro, I let myself do such touristy things: taking pictures of the board as to remember. Someday I might forget that when I was in Barcelona, I always went home with the Metro, direction Trinitat Nova.

P. S. I’m very lucky that I was in Barcelona on the very day of Euro Cup final, Spain vs. Italy. And it was just my luck that Spain won over Italy, so I got the euphoria all around me. I’ll post the pictures later.