Yesterday we got to Barcelona and, after a short rest in our hostel where we are in a room with about 18 other guys and girls, we went in search of a place to watch the World Cup final game.
At a nearby, small restaurant/bar we joined a crowd of incredibly loud fans as we cheered on the champions (Spain!) to win 1:0 in the 27 minute mark if the 30 minute overtime. What a goal!!!
Because of the partying with yelling, chanting, and horn-honking, we got to bed late.
We couldn't sleep in so after our breakfast, we went to go see the Catedral. Then, we saw the intricately-done outside of the Catalan Concert Hall after making our way throw the (well-known-to-tourists) street Las Ramblas.
Snack consisted of a fresh coconut and mango shake. Yum!
We then went to the chocolate museum where the entrance ticket was printed on a small bar of chocolate (thank you!). After the ritualistic laying-in-a-park break, we went to Maria del Mar church.
Tomorrow we will attempt to tan at one of the famously crowded beaches of Barcelona. It will be an experience...
Constanza's take on yesterday and today:
Despite sitting in a non-smoking train where an old man was smoking, we enjoyed a three hour ride. One sister was the only one in the cabin laughing at the movie made for 8 year olds while the other one cowered in her seat attempting to hide her face from inquiring passangers. I'm sure you can guess which Petersen girl took the embarrassing role and which took the embarassed role.
Our hostel is hip and very much like the one in London. It has bunk beds that are huge and a bathroom connected to our room. A cool aspect about the bunk beds is that there are curtains one can use to hide wet underwear that is hanging up to dry.
Note: when Constanza says it looks like a guy is in the bunk next to you and is quite sure it's a mixed room despite your insistsnce that it is an all female dorm, do not be suprised to find a shirtless human being in the bunk next to you (especially if you don't have your glasses on and everything is blurry).
Aside from our cool hostel, we also explored the neighborhood for a place to watch the game. We found one with very few people but some reserved tables. Little did we know those tables were reserved for a rowdy crowd of mainly males. To really take in the experience, we ordered a glass of tap beer. Good thing neither of us like beer. But hey, at least we fit in with the guys!
The game was intense as I'm sure you all know. It's especially intense, I'm sorry, I mean awkward, when you watch the screen between a couple making out. Don't know how well that relationship will last though because the minute some yells started to rise, the man would immediately turn his head toward the screen. Since she didn't get bad I'm assuming this has happened often throughout their relationship. Ahh the magic of love!
Apart from sleeping about four hours (Interesting fact: you won't find sleep in the country of the team that won the world cup), we have had quite an eventful day full of...walking! Best place: Chocolate museum. Why: chocolate tickets! I felt like Charlie; all that was missing was the wrapper being gold and you would have read about me: an American girl skipping and singing in the streets running toward a house of grandparets sharing a queen sized bed. (If you haven't seen the movie "Charlies and the Chocolate Factory, you should probably do so or else that last sentence will seem very strange.)
Confession: everytime I've seen someone with a cold water bottle I've had the urge to grab it out of their hand and drink it! Aside from real food that isn't made up of yogurt and muesli, the second thing I've been craving the most...cold water (not out of a faucet). Well, I think it's safe to say my urges of stealing have been purged! Why you may be asking yourself. Well, it's not because I confessed to a priest at the Maria del Mar church. No, it's because Rocio and I splurged today at the chocolate museum. She bought a cup of hot chocolate and I reluctantly gave up that opportunity for the option of a cold water bottle. I'm not sorry for this choice however because I know it is the penance I have to pay for my I'll thoughts towards those whom I have been envying.
Tomorrow we are going to the beach!
You might want to bring a picture of us to the airport because us through our TAN-NESS! (At least Constanza's)