That is the issue about travel. It has the electricity to switch all the things close to. Specifically offers on travel. As it transpired through our excursion to Barcelona.
‘Travel brings love back into your life’
So claimed the Sufi poet Rumi. But as we discovered initially-hand in Spain’s culture capital, love is ordinarily the initially casualty of travel. Time was limited and we experienced to make some rough sightseeing choices. Maverick architect Gauda’s Parc Guell or soccer club FC Barcelona’s Camp Nou? The soccer zealot’s persistence wore down the culture vulture’s protestations (“Vicky Cristina Barcelona was shot there”) and I found myself in the stadium, yawning at the soccer memorabilia, watching the hubby go berserk at the exploitatively huge goods shop. At the conclusion of the Museum Tour, the judgement was pronounced (“What a waste of 23 Euros!”) and that is when love went flying out of the window.
‘Travel is the purest sort of rebellion’
The day started out with La Sagrada Familia, Gaudi’s present to architecture and to mankind. The church was like the tagline of Micromax Mobiles: almost nothing like anything. For skulls, bones, skeletons are not anything just one would normally affiliate with a church. Then arrived Barri Gotic (Gothic Quarter) and a fast image-end at Sant Jaume Church, followed by the superb Barcelona Cathedral. Subsequent up, was the Basilica of Santa Maria Del Mar. It was some time soon after this that the hubby unfurled the flag of riot: plonking down on a avenue-side café, proceeding to get a Cortado — espresso with a dash of milk — and refusing to budge.
‘Not all individuals who wander are lost’
Then it was on to La Rambla, Barcelona’s legendary open-air mall for several hours. The pleasant hotel workers described that Passeig de Gracia — the city’s leading procuring district — was much less than two kilometres absent. It was not the pull of the souvenir kiosks or the attraction of pavement mosaic or the well-known fountain that brings you back to the city or even the Marilyn Monroe clone pirouetting on the balcony of a sex shop, but we found ourselves back at the similar spot like homing pigeons. After a extensive trudge, we ended up surprised to find ourselves in an exotic plaza lined with palm trees. A signboard on the facade of a constructing knowledgeable us that we ended up in Placa Reial. It was dotted with eating places, cafés, pubs and overflowing with holidaymakers.
‘Travel is by no means a subject of funds, but of courage’
This adage was sorely analyzed when we last but not least landed on Passeig De Gracia. At the outset, our intentions ended up noble: catch a glimpse of Antoni Gaudi marvels – Casa Batllo and Casa Pedrera. Beautiful household buildings with his trademark colourful mosaic and skulls. Turned out there ended up serpentine queues outdoors Casa Batllo, which necessitated a limited stroll down the avenue. Which, ahem, transpired to be littered with surprisingly magnetic Zara and Mango outlets.
‘When you travel all the things balances out’
Suffices to say, there was almost nothing balanced about our diet plan in Barcelona. The original strategy was to stick to the legendary tapas, limited eats that appear in all styles and kinds. The strategy was to stick to bread rubbed with olive oil (topped with tomato and garlic or ham and cheese. Admirably and very, we trapped to it for just one total meal. But just one search at the Patatas Bravas (fried potato wedges served with a tangy, spicy, accompanying dip), Croquetas (deep fried cheese balls), Calamares Fritos (fried calamari rings), Paella (a rice, meat and veggie planning), and Crema Catalane (a dessert which is all lemony, cinnamon-y, caramel-y, sugary) and the holiday break resolution went up in smoke. That is the electricity of travel, we agreed, justifying the Big Barcelona Binge.