Barcelona, Day 3.

Day 3 (Saturday):

9:00 a.m. Rise and shine! Already regretting that 3:45 a.m. bedtime.
10:00 a.m. Meet our Colombian tour guide, Jose, at Via Vespa for a Vespa tour of Barcelona.

Juan, Polly and I

10:15 a.m. Waitttttt, so we’re already supposed to know how to drive a Vespa?
10:30 a.m. Test drive. No crashes.
10:50 a.m. First stop on the tour. A hotel on the beach that has great views of Barcelona. Still no crashes.
11:30 a.m. Arrive at Parque Guell to walk around and take pictures.
11:40 a.m. Leave Parque Guell
11:45 a.m. Start up my Vespa
11:45, 3 seconds: Turn Vespa around
11:45, 7 seconds: Polly’s Vespa crashes into my Vespa from behind
11:45, 9 seconds: Polly falls to the ground
11:45, 12  seconds: I accidently hit the gas instead of the brakes
11:45, 12.5 seconds: I yank the key out of Vespa to make it stop moving
11:45, 13 seconds: Strangers rush to our side to help us
11:45, 15 seconds: Super embarrassed. Not our finest moment. Our guide seemed really concerned about our ability to make it up the mountain to the next stop, but he was super nice about the whole situation. Apparently we aren’t the first people to crash…which makes us feel better. Sort of.
12:30 p.m. Successfully make it up the mountain! See, Juan? We aren’t totally incompetent. 
2:00 p.m. Find the restaurant hidden in the mountains.
2:20 p.m. We are served a typical Catalan meal.
I can NOT for the life of me remember the name of the restaurant, but it was some of the most delicious food that I’ve ever eaten.
4:00 p.m. Tour concludes. We’re still alive. Somehow.
6:00 p.m. Head to Camp Nou for El Clásico*

*I will write a separate blog post that details the events of El Clásico because it deserves its own post.

All of my dreams are coming true.

8:00 p.m. First glimpse of my soccer husband, Lionel Messi. The game begins! 
10:00 p.m.
 Game ends. Barcelona loses but spirits are high.
11:30 p.m. Polly and I head out to La Rambla.
1:00 a.m. Decide to head home
1:02 a.m. Polly starts talking to two Real Madrid fans from France, Diego and Yassim. Yassim only speaks French. Polly responds to him in Spanish. Neither has any idea what the other one is saying, yet they carry on a conversation for hours. Funniest thing I’ve ever seen. Diego speaks Spanish. I respond in Spanish. We are much more functional than Polly and Yassim.
6:00 a.m. Sleep. Finally.

Stay tuned for days 4 and 5!



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