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Barcelona Part Two

We met up with daughter Laurie, son-in-law CJ and grandson Porter at 4:30 last Sunday night. Hard to believe a week has already passed since then--time goes by so very fast.

 Porter sees Grandma

My greeting from Porter was everything I could have wished it could be. Haven't seen him in six months and he cried buckets when we left. He hugged me last Sunday like he would never let me go. And right then I knew that it was the right thing to go back to Arizona. 

 We all had pizza at the restaurant on the corner around from our hotel (the kids were staying at the same hotel as we were) and then we walked about a mile to Sagrada Familia. By the time we got there some of us were complaining about the walk but seeing the Cathedral took all that away. It is truly magnificent and words fail me to try to describe it.
















We took an elevator 50 meters up, saw fantastic views of the city and then climbed down this wind-y stairway. I think there were about 265 steps to it. 

The ceiling of the Cathedral. It was all so amazingly surreal. 











We spent about two hours in the Cathedral. It wasn't super crowded although Laurie had bought tickets online a few weeks before so we didn't have to wait in line. Just showed up at our appointed time. 

 We actually did walk back to the hotel although CJ had suggested a taxi. I used my phone's Maps program but somehow it fiendishly always sends us the long way around. Laurie and CJ were game for going out for a late dinner (it was 9:00 p.m. by now) but we were tired and so was Porter so I suggested they go out while we took Porter for an ice cream cone and then I sat with him in the small sitting room outside of their hotel room and waited for them to come back. Heard all about the latest Pokemon games. When they got back they said they were going to the big soccer stadium in the morning and then the beach. Neither of which interested us so I said we could maybe meet up later in the day?

 So Monday while they went off for sports and beach time, Richard and I went to the Barcelona Cathedral and then took the Metro to Poble Catalunya, a "created" village which exemplifies all the different architectural styles of various regions in Spain. The Cathedral was magnificent; so different from Sagrada Familia but magnificent in its own right. And the village was very interesting although it was so very hot. We just aren't used to heat AND humidity anymore.


















I thought I could fit the visit to Poble Catalunya on this post but I think it will actually go better on the next post--Barcelona Part Three.
















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