Day 23 : Barcelona

This morning was filled with a delicious breakfast and a little bit of shopping. We decided on a restaurant close to the centre of La Ramblas, which probably means we paid too much, but boy was my orange juice delicious. It tasted like I was drinking an orange. I know that's a weird thing to say as orange juice is oranges. But this tasted like eating an orange section. But in drink form! So refreshing and welcomed. I'm definitely not getting my required 5 fruits a day on this trip.

After breakfast Christie and Becca headed on a walking tour, while I stayed behind to finish up my exam for school. I would have loved to go, but every once in awhile I realize that I am still in school and do actually have work that needs to get done. So that was my afternoon. Hopefully it was worth it when the marks come back!

My travelling companions returned to me and apparently their tour included scaling a mountain. Good job guys! What a hike!! Conquered Mount Taber!

We all went out again for some wandering and shopping. It sounds like I'm doing a lot of shopping on this trip, but really it's more wandering in and out of multiple stores, finding nothing and continuing on. While at the same time exploring the streets and watching the locals and their way of life. In my travels I stumbled across a pottery store with handmade pieces from all over Spain. Naturally as I'm travelling it would not be practical to purchase anything… we'll see how well that works out for me.

For dinner we headed to a Tapas bar where I had a pasta and tuna salad, chicken teriyaki and a mini tenderloin. All delectable. All bite sized. All very much upsetting my tummy. If you don't learn anything else from me, learn this. Don't mix your meats! Either that, or don't eat meat from a place where the host thinks Vegetarianism is a disease.

Becca headed back to the hostel as she was not feeling very well and left Christie and I to wander the local market that popped up on the main street. On our way home we were in the middle of a conversation about how Barcelona didn't seem that bad and that we thought people were exaggerating. It was at this juncture that 4 men ran past us with large bags over their backs, followed closely by the police. Guess people weren't exaggerating.

It was at this point that we decided it was best to head home for the night. We stopped at a little ice cream bar close to our hostel and picked up an evening treat. I had Belgian Chocolate and Speculous. DELISH! However, I would like to note that I tried Curry ice cream. It's pretty incredible. Spicy and creamy with a little zing at the end. Not sure why it works.. but it does.

Long ride to Paris tomorrow. It's nice to have had this mini vacation within our mad schedule of events.