Adventures with Tania

This day lasted until 6am the next day. So its a good thing it started out with a nice strong cup of coffee! Tania and I set out together, but parted ways after the coffee for a bit to check out different stuff. I went to Barri Gotic again, saw Palau de la Musica with it's pretty entrance, and Arc de Triomf. Walked around the pretty streets of the gothic quarter and found amazing tapas. I had this magical tapa that's fried Brie served with raspberry jam. O m g. Also had wine, which is normal over lunch, and which may explain why it is hard to do business with Spanish people from abroad. Or at least it's best to call them in the morning ;)
After my drunken lunch, I went to meet Tania to go to Park de Guell, a park with more Gaudi masterpieces on a hill above the city. It reminds me of this Berkeley spot also on top of a hill where you can see San Fran and the golden gate. There are also three crosses on the very top...very dramatic. While we were watching the sunset from up there we befriended a couple of Spanish cats, which are just as coy as their American compatriots.
The Gaudi stuff was weird and beautiful as always, very pretty mosaics, pictures will be posted.
Next came the quest for chicken. Tania wanted to make us kung pow, but on Sundays most supermarkets are closed, so we ended up taking the metro all the way into the downtown to the middle eastern part to a store she knew would have it. On the way we unsuccessfully tried to buy a train ticket for me, but all we did was walk around in one metro station for an hour :( oh well, it's all part of the adventure.
The kung pow chicken was a smashing hit, after which Tania and I decided that even though it's Sunday, it's our last night in town and we should go out.
We ended up in this basement club with really cool stone arches but a terrible dj. We just sat there drinking our incredibly expensive drinks and watching the few people dancing until we found out there was an upstairs part to the club. The dj up there we much better and somehow we ended up dancing until 4:30 in the morning! Another hour and the metro would've been open, but the Spanish guys in the club were getting annoying, so we left and took the bus. This took a bit of circling a plaza to look for it, but I got to practice my Spanish a little more!
Going to bed at 6:30 means we slept until 1 the next day and did not accomplish anything we wanted to, but we had our night out and lots of laughs about our various adventures.