After spending the day in Park Güell we paused at the hostel for a couple of hours before we went to Plaça Catalunya to meet Júlia, another friend from our Erasmus time, who lives just outside Barcelona.
She had offered to show us around and we started at Catedral de Barcelona with all the other tourists
but we soon left them behind and continued our walk among the tiny alleyways.
Where the only light came from above.
All of a sudden we found ourselves at a big square called Plaça Sant Jaume where the town hall was situated
and some steps later at a smaller one where sculptures and people sat side by side with older buildings
as well as more modern ones.
Júlia taught me that the Catalan flag with the white star on a blue triangle is used by Catalans who want to show that they are pro-independence. Before I have just seen the regular Catalan flag with red and yellow stripes.
I spotted my favorite Catalan painter.
And we continued our walk
sometimes with stops for buying water and snacks.
All of a sudden I found us back at a familiar sight, Santa Maria del Mar.
We went inside, where the ceiling was unimaginably high up and someone was getting married.
Agnese, Anna, Zosfy and Maria.
Sometimes it just takes one person to say ”I want ice cream” for everybody else to tag along and find that that’s what they want too. And that’s exactly what happened here!
Lemon sorbet <3
After that we walked towards our last stop
Parc de la Cuitadella.
We saw the Catalan Parliament.
the fountain at Cascada Monumental
and someone blowing soap bubbles.
After that it was time to eat so we headed to the restaurant where we had booked a table for twelve (!)
We let the waitress suggest what to eat and just ordered lots of different dishes from the menu for us to share.
Most of the were tapas and some where not. We combined it with cava and sangria, cause when in Spain, you know?
My favorite was this mushroom risotto with lots of parmesan.
The atmosphere at the restaurant was great. We were some of their first guests of the evening but it filled up with people pretty fast.
And I finally got a perfect Crema Catalana (after the disappointment the night before) for dessert!
We said cheers in all the languages we knew just like the tradition of Erasmus goes.
We left El Callejón very satisfied and decided it was time to find a place to grab a drink or two.
We passed street art of the book I was currently reading on our way to
one of the bars at Plaça Reial. Here everybody are studying the menus real hard, but I think the majority ended up ordering mojitos anyway, haha!
It was pitch black, like it is in countries around the Mediterranean in the summer time, but it still felt warm.
Pierre and Maria had nothing to complain about and neither had I.
We talked and talked some more
and this is the last picture I had in my camera from the trip. After that some of us went out clubbing and some, myself included, went back to the hostel.
The next morning I got up and went to airport and that was all from my little Erasmus renunion trip to Barcelona a couple of weeks ago. Thanks everybody who made the trip so much fun!