Barcelona was a truly valuable experience as it is Spain, yes, but it has it's own culture and language of the Catalan. The city takes a hold of you and the vibe rocks as there is a huge international community.
The flight over to Barcelona is of course on Ryan Air, which is not as totally amazing as everyone says it is because their airports are an hour outside the city proper - and the taxi ride out there costs just as much as the price you save by flying with them! Here is a beautiful pic from the plane though over the Pyrenees on the way to Barcelona:
Dave and I take a breather from each other, and I check out a totally non-eventful and non-professional futbol game, but it still draws a crowd!
I rock the beach and decompress, break out my trusty wooden turtle flute and play to the waves for a good while before heading back to the city.
I then meet up with a cool couchsurfer named Alex; he's a Brazilian socialist whose been to Cuba and wanted them to stamp his passport on the way out even though they said that if they didn't stamp his passport with the Cuban seal it would to make it easier for him to travel. Hardcore! I head to a Mucha exhibit with two of his French roommates and it's a truly amazing exhibit for sure. I had an idea of his work, but the scope of it and his art Nouveau style really hit me. Check it out: http://www.oh-holidays.com/travel-blog/barcelona/alphonse-mucha-exhibition-barcelona. I get this really nice sunset pic on the way out of the exhibit back to Alex's flat next to the "Catedral."
David and I then reunite and make tacos for Alex's international conglomeration of roommates - and they love it. We rock hookah all night and discuss politics, religion, society past and future. It's really good stuff and we pass out after an impromptu Pictionary game cause symbols worked better than communicating in languages that none of us really knew.
Now to the last leg of our European/Africa journey: Morocco.
