Day 13 - Thursday 10 September 2015
We had set our alarm because we were booked to go on a private side car tour of the wine country near Barcelona. We were both very excited as it had great reviews and of course we both love wine!
It had been quite a noisy night so we both had interrupted sleeps and woke up wanting a little more rest.
The weather forecast wasn't very good and when Jazz checked her email the guy that does the tours had emailed her saying that because we are going on a motor bike we can't go if it is raining. We were both pretty disappointed (Jazz particularly) and now had a clear schedule for the day ahead.
We deliberated on what to do for a while because nothing seemed quite as good as our initial plans and then decided to go out and get something for breakfast and then go to the Picasso museum which was in the El Born area.
We went wandering through the Gothic quarter and decided on a small bakery because Jazz saw they made churros. The food was nice but the coffee was terrible so we didn't stay long.
As we started walking to the museum it started raining. We hadn't brought an umbrella with us so we stopped in at a small shop to buy one.
As the rain got heavier more and more men appeared on the street selling umbrellas. We must have past at least 15 different guys with arms full of umbrellas.
When we got to the museum we realised lots of other people had the same idea as us because the line to get in was massive. It was still raining so we said we'd give it 15 minutes and if the line was moving too slowly we'd go somewhere else instead.
The line ended up moving quite quickly but we were probably in it for over 20 minutes. The longer we waited the harder the rain came down. It was getting pretty torrential and all of a sudden the umbrella we bought started to leak! We had to buy another one from one of the guys walking by, they were charging twice what we paid in the shop (and it was the exact same crappy umbrella) but we were desperate.
We made it inside and it was packed. Sopping wet people where everywhere. We think a lot of people were finished looking at the exhibition but didn't want to leave because the weather was so bad outside.
We spent a few hours wandering around and following the history and progression of Picasso's style. By the end our feet were very sore. We were quite hungry so we walked around until we found a nice looking cafe and stopped for some food & drinks.
After lunch we still weren't quite sure what we wanted to do so went walking in a direction we hadn't gone down before looking for some inspiration. We walked until we got to Port Vell. We thought maybe we'd go to a movie as that's always a good rainy day activity but all the movies were in Spanish.
We went to the shops but it was really hot inside so we caught the bus home instead. Our day wasn't going like we had planned.
Once we got home we watched TV for a little while and Jazz had a snooze.
We had booked dinner at a place called Viana Barcelona which was right around the corner from our apartment. We grabbed a mojito beforehand from the cocktail bar, Caporal, we'd been to the night before.
When we got to Viana we were greeted by a very friendly host and taken to our table. It was still early so there weren't many people in the restaurant. We briefly chatted to the two tables that were in there, one was from Australia and the other from Ireland.
Dinner was amazing! Easily the best meal we'd had so far in Barcelona. We also got the host to pick a nice bottle of red for us and it was delicious.
After dinner we wanted to go to the Magic Fountain of Montjuic but had to drop back in at the apartment first because Jazz wanted to bring her GoPro. She also wanted to bring her iPad and I couldn't understand why so said to leave it at home.
We caught a taxi to the fountain and there were people everywhere spilling onto the street.
We walked up close to the fountain but we were on the wrong side for the wind and were getting all wet so we wandered around to the other side. As we walked through the crowd Jazz stopped to buy me a rose and I stopped to buy us some beer.
We found a good spot up the stairs and watched the fountain show. It was beautiful! I was so amazed and impressed it made me feel quite emotional.
After the fountain show which went for a couple of hours we wandered up the steps to get a better look of the castle like building at the top. It looked like something out of a Disney film. Most people were starting to leave but there were still a few people around. We wandered a bit down the path as Jazz said we should go somewhere a bit quieter. Jazz then whipped out her iPad, she had smuggled it there in the back of her pants!
She opened it up and started to play a video featuring most of my favourite people saying cute messages about our friendships and mine and Jazz's relationship. I started crying, happy tears of course. All the messages were so sweet and I was amazed that Jazz had been able to orchestrate so many people doing video messages without me knowing.
As the video went on my happy tears got heavier & heavier. The last image on the video was a beautiful picture of Jazz at the beach down the road from our house with a big sign that read "Cara will you marry me".
I looked up and she was holding out a fortune cookie. This made me cry even more because on one of our early dates Jazz had given me a fortune cookie with a cute personalised message in it and it was a turning point in our early relationship.
I cracked it open and pulled out a note which Jazz quickly pulled out of my hands, apparently she couldn't get the original note out when she put hers in. I read the other note which read "Cara Elizabeth Graham, will you marry me?" I looked up again, tears streaming down my face, and Jazz was holding out a ring! She was crying too and she put it on my finger. I said yes and then we hugged and kissed and cried together for a few minutes.
It was a magical moment in a magical place, one that we will always remember. Jazz filmed most of it on her GoPro as well so now we have a lot of footage of me crying.
After we calmed down and collected our thoughts we said we have to go and have a celebratory drink. We went back to Caporal and ordered some Cava (Spanish champagne).
It was almost 2 in the morning so we came home so we could get internet access to tell our families and close friends what had just happened. We went to bed very late but we were both happy and grateful our day that had started so badly had ended so well.