I absolutely loved Parc Guell. We hiked up other side of the hill and wandered back down through the park. Montmartre, Parc Guell...ever notice the prettiest places are always on hilltops?
Some colorful anarchy to the left of the messy sprawl of Barcelona. Let me never again refer to Los Angeles in the same way.
A grand boulevard showcasing the work of giant dung beetles. They take pride in their work. The juxtaposition of the sunshine struggling to break through the curtain of gloom and rain was beautiful.
As we reached the top, the sunshine won and the skies finally cleared. I think rainbows are my favorite kinds of frowns.
We spent a good half hour at the top, drinking surprisingly delicious cappucinos, watching pigeons, and noting other places we wanted to visit before our time in Europe was over in our notebooks and Museo Picasso maps.
It was around this time that all the vendors suddenly wrapped up their goods and split to avoid arrest. This is also when I realized how clever it is to use an umbrella as a portable shop. I think for a moment I forgot I wasn't with my sisters and referred to the police as "po-po," and then all the other tourists around me started muttering "po-po," as well as an explanation for their sudden exodus.
And then the sun came out in full force and I could feel its warmth on my face and shoulders. I squinted into the sky for the first time in too long.
This is the beauty of sunshine just after rain.
One minute you're walking through endless greenery and the next you come across this monolith.
I loved the surprise rocky peepholes and the black trees whose bark peeled away to reveal fiery skin underneath.
I spy with my little eye a cat with a red collar slinking around the park.
You almost expect a tiny person to peek their head out from behind that grass curtain. On the long walk back to the metro we took this narrow colorful street and stopped for churros. Parc Guell was my favorite part of the week and a wonderful ending to the trip.
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