Barcelona: Where you find the Catalan soul
This is the first time that I actually have the computer all to myself, without anyone waiting in line and trying to make me feel bad about hogging the computer. Finally, back to some serious blogging.
Barcelona is the pride of the Catalans in Spain. Without a doubt this coastal city sits right at the top of the list.
We walked along La Rambla on Tue, the most buzzingly busy street in Barcelona. They have really good buskers and street performers there. One cannot help but applaud the creativity and the novelty of it all. You have angels, devils, hip hoppers, vikings, goths, ballet dancers, magicians.... whatever, the list goes on. The whole street is simply full of performers, hawkers and ppl who are there just to get a feel of the buzz surrounding this quaint street.
The waterfront is not as impressive though. Maybe its becos I expected a really beautiful beach and waterfront before I arrived in Barcelona. Or maybe its becos of the influx of tourists making the whole beach so crowded. I just didnt find it so impressive. So wat if its a nude beach? (BTW I am using a spanish keyboard now, and i cant find the blardee apostrophe, so forgive me for the grammatical errors.) But then again, I love the feeling of a sunny beach with cool winds. Not hot, doesnt burn ur skin the way it does in Spore. Spent 5 hrs suntanning today without any sunscreen and yet I didnt get burnt. Shiok.
Museu Picasso was alright. I wasnt that impressed by Picasso honestly. Maybe its becos Ive been to Museu del Prado in Madrid, where the likes of Raphael, Velasquez, Rembrandnt and Goya make Picasso pale glaringly in comparison.
The finest son of Barcelona was undoubtedly Gaudi, one of the finest architects ever to walk the streets of this city. Gaudi obtains his inspiration from nature. And you cannot miss that when u look at the buildings he designed. Sagrada Familia---the Temple of the Holy Family (I think), is the most representative depiction of Gaudis genius. Park Guell, a man-meets-nature marvel, could not possibly have achieved the same effect without the touch of this genius. I thought both were awesome. Enough said; one has to see it for himself.
I have mixed feelings abt the night life of Barcelona. I mean, the pubs are great for soccer. I love the atmosphere. Had a great time watching the world cup with Kevin, Christian, Justin, Ruby... Seriously, when it comes to football, our own pubs cant hold a candle to the pubs here. (Plus the beer is so freaking cheap.)
But every now and then something happens and it really spoils your impression of the place, u noe wat I mean?
On wed night I went out with this bunch of friends I made at the hostel. At one pt I needed the loo, so I went looking for one by myself. I came across this bunch of young spanish punks, and then they started shouting, ¨Hey Chinos, U spk Ingles?" Then they blabbered some spanish gibberish, laughed and pointed the middle finger at me. Sad racist bastards. Wat did I do? I walked away. Utterly disgusted, yet slightly amused and more than a little afraid. Lol.
On thur night I went out again. Yeah I noe. Dun blame me. I love to experience night life. Esp when the alcohol is cheap. Anw, as we were walking along La Rambla around 2 in the morning, i got separated from the grp and got myself surrounded by this grp of spanish punks. (Yes. Young, white spanish punks. Again.) They blocked my way and wouldnt let me pass. I dunno why but I stopped. (I think I was kind of thinking, "ok, lets see what u can do. Come and get me if you can." Hell I was fucking pissed with young white spanish punks by then.) Anw, they surrounded me and then I felt a hand slap my back jean pocket. Obviously the fucker was trying to rob me. But they didnt get anything cos my hands were holding onto my valuables in my jacket pocket. The next instant I pushed one of them aside with my shoulder, barged thru and walked on. Screw them.
Wat else did I do? Oh I started educating myself on cooking skills. The fiasco in Alexs kitchen was the turning pt i think. At that moment I realised I simply cant put off learning cooking any longer. Lol. It feels gd when your pasta looks and tastes better with each passing day.
There are tons of other stuff and ppl I can blog abt during my stay here, but I am tired. Its late. So maybe I shall continue another day. After all, Ruishan said this to me,
"Put pictures la you stupid idiot. No one wants to hear your long-winded talk."
It aint my fault la. U noe how freakin long it takes to upload the pics? I gotta share the computer with others. (except now, but its really late and im tired)
Watever. Still, I gotta say i love barcelona. The seafoods great, the football rocks, the ppl are beautiful (generally), I made some amazing frens here, awesome beaches.... Now, on to belgium.
Ill miss Spain. Adios, Espanya.
This is the first time that I actually have the computer all to myself, without anyone waiting in line and trying to make me feel bad about hogging the computer. Finally, back to some serious blogging.
Barcelona is the pride of the Catalans in Spain. Without a doubt this coastal city sits right at the top of the list.
We walked along La Rambla on Tue, the most buzzingly busy street in Barcelona. They have really good buskers and street performers there. One cannot help but applaud the creativity and the novelty of it all. You have angels, devils, hip hoppers, vikings, goths, ballet dancers, magicians.... whatever, the list goes on. The whole street is simply full of performers, hawkers and ppl who are there just to get a feel of the buzz surrounding this quaint street.
The waterfront is not as impressive though. Maybe its becos I expected a really beautiful beach and waterfront before I arrived in Barcelona. Or maybe its becos of the influx of tourists making the whole beach so crowded. I just didnt find it so impressive. So wat if its a nude beach? (BTW I am using a spanish keyboard now, and i cant find the blardee apostrophe, so forgive me for the grammatical errors.) But then again, I love the feeling of a sunny beach with cool winds. Not hot, doesnt burn ur skin the way it does in Spore. Spent 5 hrs suntanning today without any sunscreen and yet I didnt get burnt. Shiok.
Museu Picasso was alright. I wasnt that impressed by Picasso honestly. Maybe its becos Ive been to Museu del Prado in Madrid, where the likes of Raphael, Velasquez, Rembrandnt and Goya make Picasso pale glaringly in comparison.
The finest son of Barcelona was undoubtedly Gaudi, one of the finest architects ever to walk the streets of this city. Gaudi obtains his inspiration from nature. And you cannot miss that when u look at the buildings he designed. Sagrada Familia---the Temple of the Holy Family (I think), is the most representative depiction of Gaudis genius. Park Guell, a man-meets-nature marvel, could not possibly have achieved the same effect without the touch of this genius. I thought both were awesome. Enough said; one has to see it for himself.
I have mixed feelings abt the night life of Barcelona. I mean, the pubs are great for soccer. I love the atmosphere. Had a great time watching the world cup with Kevin, Christian, Justin, Ruby... Seriously, when it comes to football, our own pubs cant hold a candle to the pubs here. (Plus the beer is so freaking cheap.)
But every now and then something happens and it really spoils your impression of the place, u noe wat I mean?
On wed night I went out with this bunch of friends I made at the hostel. At one pt I needed the loo, so I went looking for one by myself. I came across this bunch of young spanish punks, and then they started shouting, ¨Hey Chinos, U spk Ingles?" Then they blabbered some spanish gibberish, laughed and pointed the middle finger at me. Sad racist bastards. Wat did I do? I walked away. Utterly disgusted, yet slightly amused and more than a little afraid. Lol.
On thur night I went out again. Yeah I noe. Dun blame me. I love to experience night life. Esp when the alcohol is cheap. Anw, as we were walking along La Rambla around 2 in the morning, i got separated from the grp and got myself surrounded by this grp of spanish punks. (Yes. Young, white spanish punks. Again.) They blocked my way and wouldnt let me pass. I dunno why but I stopped. (I think I was kind of thinking, "ok, lets see what u can do. Come and get me if you can." Hell I was fucking pissed with young white spanish punks by then.) Anw, they surrounded me and then I felt a hand slap my back jean pocket. Obviously the fucker was trying to rob me. But they didnt get anything cos my hands were holding onto my valuables in my jacket pocket. The next instant I pushed one of them aside with my shoulder, barged thru and walked on. Screw them.
Wat else did I do? Oh I started educating myself on cooking skills. The fiasco in Alexs kitchen was the turning pt i think. At that moment I realised I simply cant put off learning cooking any longer. Lol. It feels gd when your pasta looks and tastes better with each passing day.
There are tons of other stuff and ppl I can blog abt during my stay here, but I am tired. Its late. So maybe I shall continue another day. After all, Ruishan said this to me,
"Put pictures la you stupid idiot. No one wants to hear your long-winded talk."
It aint my fault la. U noe how freakin long it takes to upload the pics? I gotta share the computer with others. (except now, but its really late and im tired)
Watever. Still, I gotta say i love barcelona. The seafoods great, the football rocks, the ppl are beautiful (generally), I made some amazing frens here, awesome beaches.... Now, on to belgium.
Ill miss Spain. Adios, Espanya.
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