Monday, July 25, 2011

Barcelona Bound

    Our last day in Paris started off with a croissant and a metro ride to the famous Cemetery of Marais. We saw the graves of Gertrude Stein, Edith Piaf and most importantly the grave of "Hello, I love you"'s very own Jim Morrison. It was really interesting to see the graveyard filled with famous writers and artists and read about their history. After exploring the graveyard and walking around the neighborhood a little, we took a taxi to the Moulin Rouge. I have a strange sort of attachment to the Moulin Rouge, probably because I am a dancer, but I loved seeing it. In french it means red windmill, I have no idea what resemblance a windmill has to being topless with feather headpieces, but it's fun. We walked from the Moulin Rouge back through our neighborhood of Montmarte, strolled past the house of Vincent Van Gogh and sat at a cafe drinking espresso and eating crepes. My type of afternoon. After watching the local artists paint, draw, etc., we walked back to our apartment to pack up. We said goodbye to Picasso's apartment and dragged our luggage up the hill to the taxi stand, we then took the taxi to the airport and embarked on our journey to Spain. 
    An hour and a half later, we arrived in Barcelona and I was comforted by the fact that I can somewhat speak the language of this country. We took a taxi to our hotel which is located in the center of the main street in Barcelona with a balcony perfect for people watching. It also had a 24 hour buffet with food, wine and beer all included in the price of the room. Solid. We settled into our room and enjoyed a complimentary bottle of champagne upon our arrival which of course we finished in ten minutes. We then walked a little bit down our street of La Rambla and enjoyed all of the music and people on the street that were dressed up (similar to the people in San Francisco that are dressed in gold and dont move and you have to put money in their tin can to take a picture). I love Spain. We got tired quickly and moseyed back to our hotel and passed out. I've always wanted to come to this country, I wont be leaving for six weeks and I am very much so okay with that.

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