|in case of emergency: don't forget to hold your skirt down on the slide|
in barcelona, we woke every day, bought fresh fruit and a warm loaf of bread at the corner supermarket, ate out by the fountain in the placa reial. we went to the beach, saw a bunch of topless women and a couple of completely naked people. we explored the city down by the water, learned how to use the subway system to go to guell park, a ginormous park filled with gardens and tons of cacti. we went to the local travelbar for a free dinner and met lots of travelers from all over the world. needless to say, barcelona was amazing. the only problem was that apparently they don't speak spanish there. i tried to prepare myself with the memories of high school spanish, only to find out everyone spoke catalan.
|barcelona down by the beach|
|borat at the beach|
|one of the many beautiful fountains|
|hangin at the ice bar|
on wedenesday we headed to sevilla in southern spain, where spanish was a real thing. our hostel wasn't as trendy as the one in barcelona, but nuevo suizo did have a rooftop garden and was in a really great location. sevilla was beautiful and warm. i couldn't stop feeling like i was in florida. maybe it was because of the overwhelming amount of palm trees, oranges and old people. the city was really small and reminded me a lot of florence. we stayed in the city center, while the residential area was separated by a river. we pretty much saw the whole city in a matter of hours--we went to the real alcazar, a royal palace/tropical garden filled with palm trees, orange trees, lemon trees, fountains, and peacocks. we sat down by the river, got some sun at the beach, visited the plaza espana, and ate lots of churros con chocolate and tapas for dinner.
i have to say this was an amazing week. i was loving the warm weather, the beautiful cities, the delicious food. but there's no doubt, i'm so glad to be back to my little home in florence.