Barcelona to Paris

Barclona pretty much can be summed up in a few words.



Sun. Beach. Alcohol. Beach. Alcohol. Club. Nearly-Pick Pocketed and Dali.



We spent the last 3 days in some sort of dayze. We spent most of our days on the beach playing beach volleyball with randoms, drinking cheap beers, and just enjoying the sun. In fact, NICO EVEN GOT A TAN!!!!!! YEAHHHH MATE!

So after an evening of rocking out to some repetitive tunes at the clubs down at the Port we start to leave when a young clubbing looking dude comes up to me asking me if I like Barcelona. His apparent entheusism feeds mine and we have a bit of a chat about it. He then wants to spar dribble. Even in my exhausted state, I think this is still kind of weird - but I humor him for a moment. That is until I see him slide his hand into my pocket with my wallet. I gently push him off and he asks why I don't want to play. I tell him in my charming and most endearing way that he should go elsewhere. With such civility reminiscent of English nobles I'm sure he got the point...

Either way, with our last full day in Barcelona we get home at 7am, when I decide that this is my last chance to get to Figueres to see the Dali Museum. I walk around the city for a bit (Barcelona is an incredibly lazy city and does not wake until 9am or so). After much searching I find the train I need to be on and jump on. The ride is approximately 2 hours which is broken up by me falling in and out of consciousness.

I finally arrive at Figueres at around 11am and the two things that hit me is the stinking hot weather, and the quantness of the town. It's rather small, no buildings over 2 stories, and a relaxed vibe about it. I grab a map and head towards the Dali Museum, up winding narrow streets, passed local pubs and eventually to the big church that sits next to the Museum.

I won't talk about it too long, but the place is amazing. So much to see, but it felt like I passed it all in a daze. From surrealism to holograms, sculptures, paintings and drawings it seemed like the guy genuinely pumped out a lot of content. After a day there I took the train back to the hotel, where I promptly passed out exhausted on my bed for a few hours.

Anyways, quickly about Paris. The place seems to have a life blood of it's own. It's like even if no one lived here, Paris wouldn't give a shit. The Louvre, Effiel Tower & Champs De Elysees would still kick on anyway.

Our first night in Paris was kicked of with... yes, you guessed it - AN EVENING AT AN AUSSIE PUB!!!!

Absolutely Classic times. The Aussies who worked there were great, kept on giving us free rounds.

The following day we hit the Louvre.

Absolutely INCREDIBLE. We did some PDA guided tours. The masterpieces collection kicked ass.

My personal favourite was the Winged Victory of Samothrace. It just inspired... Victory??

Plus it was Greek, so it got extra points there. But the Mona Lisa was incredible and the Aphrodite de Milo kicked ass. Did a bit of an antiquites tour too, and got my photo with Marcus Aurelius and just spent all day walking around.

Anyway, enough of this, we are going to do a day tour of Paris. HOLLA!!!