Lucy arrives and we finish school
Both the Picasso and Miro muesums were absolutely fantastic. Learning about the paintings and the artists with the assistance of the audio guides is great fun. I especially enjoyed seeing Miros appropriation of the great Spanish masters after seeing their work in the Prado. We took a cable car up to Mont Juic which gave a pretty view of the city, the water and sunset.
We went to the airport straight from Mont Juic to pick Lucy up. In the mornings whilst we were at class she visited some of Gaudis works and checked out all the shops. She dubbed ´Qu Qu´ our local eatery and we plan to eat there when we return to Barcelona.
The following afternoon we went to Monserrat to visit the monastery. There were some nice views and walks although it got pretty cold in the evening.
So far the highlight of the trip has been the Sagrada Familia. It was amazing. If you are going to visit one building in your life make it this one. Apparently the construction is a tad over 60% done and they estimate it will take another 30 years or so to complete.
After visiting the Sagrada Familia we managed to see Iron Lady in english with spanish subtitles. Much better than when mum and I watched a dubbed version of Sherlock Holmes in Madrid.
On Friday we also visted Gaudis house and the gardens he designed. It is a truely beautiful area. We then walked through the Jewish Quarter and that evening we went to a gorgeous hotel with piano music and had cocktails (It´s a hard life).
Mum and I were sad to finish our classes as we both felt we made a lot of progress this week. I am hoping I will now be able to understand most of ´El Gran Gatsby´ that I purchased.
Saturday we flew to Palma Mallorca and spent a day in the sun walking around by the water. In the morning we had a traditional Spanish hot chocolate with special bread made from potato. By the water there was a band competition and we stood and watched the orchestra play spanish music as well as Indianna Jones which was pretty popular with me.
The following day we visted Valdemossa, Port Soller & Soller. They were all sleepy towns which Lucy and Mum enjoyed much more than I. There were heaps of cats which was kind of weird. They followed us. Mum kept talking about Chopin and some woman that wrote ´Winter in Mallorca´, she was also overly excited to see some guys grave. Lucy says I am making these places sound horrible and is telling me to say they are actually amazingly stunning and she is going to marry Ralphael Nadal who lives in Mallorca. That night we found a lovely little cocktail bar and Lucy got a frozen strawberry daiquiri and I had a frozen mojito. They were delish. We have had so many nice meals in nice weather.
Our final day in Mallorca we visted a castle thing and we decided it was a day to be athletic. Mum said we looked like Californian tourists. The castle had a decent view of the water and Cathedral and gave an overview of the Islamic & Christian history. We finally had some hot chocolate with churros. Tasty. As we couldn´t see the inside of the Cathedral on Sunday due to mass we went back to visit which was well worth it as it had an 11m stain glass window with a unique design. That evening we once again went for Cocktails, sadly our favourite place was closed so we had them back at the hotel. Lucy ordered a chocolate daiquiri which took the guy about 20 mins to make.
Lucy also says I should mention the cobble stone paths because they are very European.
I finally finished the Count of Monty Cristo. It is a truly fun and crafty novel. I highly recommend as a light read. A few of my favourite parts (nor plot spoilers):
´Very well, replied M. Danglars, who had listened to all this preamble with imperturbable coolness, but without understanding a word, since like every man burdened with thoughts of the past, he was occupied with seeking the thread of his own ideas in those of the speaker´
´In fact, the application of the axiom, ¨pretend to think well of yourself, and the world will think well of you¨, an axiom a hundred times more useful in society nowdays than that of the Greeks, ¨Know thyself¨, a knowledge for which, in our days, we have substituted the less difficult and more advantageous science of knowing others´.
´Moral wounds have this peculiarity, - they may be hidden, but they never close; always painful, always ready to bleed when touched, they remain fresh and open in the heart.´
I heart my kindle.
Next time you hear from me I will be writing about the south of Spain.