Barcelona - A Wonderful Holiday

Barcelona is a perfect place for a 10 day trip. The city has vibrant art and architecture scene blending the old and new(my kinda thing), great shopping (his kinda thing), beyond delicious food and wine (our kinda thing). 

I cried. Yes, I cried in the presence of Sagrada de Familia. The last time I saw this church was at least fifteen years ago. The roof was incomplete, or maybe there wasn't even a roof yet, only one big lobang. But now, fifteen years later, I was staring at a near completed church interior- a roof and columns supporting the roof!!! For a layman these must be the prettiest columns!!! For any person who bother to dig deeper, these are ingenious structures. What spectacular and powerful architecture. Then I cried. 

I was elated that Ken was properly introduced to Gaudi. I hoped he liked it. I think he liked it. Come on, how can anyone not like Gaudi!!!??? Gaudi makes me laugh. He has a good sense of humor and he dared to express himself from big gesture roofs to the tiniest door detail. This is architecture of passion, anyone can appreciate his architecture without going into the analytics. Ken loves Casa Batllo because it is a building without any right angles - very good for feng shui he says...

Ok, enough of architecture. Let's move to Ken's world of oh lay oh lay - Camp Nou, home to the legendary FC Barcelona. It is a known fact that I know nothing about the sport of a dozen people trying hard to pass a ball to one another but when they finally get the ball, they immediately kick it away. Weird. But well, Ken's passion. 

Wah Wah Wah, I also dunno what he was wah-ing about at every turn but it sounded all very exciting and got me all hyped up. Then Ken went into the technical aspects, explaining to me about the stadium lights, cameras, commentators, the trophies, the club values etc... now we are talking. WAH!!! 

There was a whole wall of projection screens where they looped all the famous winning goals by FCB throughout the years. GOAL! GOAL! GOAL! Then close up shoots of the players crying, covering their faces in their hands, dramatically kissing the air, panoramic views of whole stadium exploding in cheers. Then I cried... Aiyoh, so touching. If only soccer games only screen the GOAL!!! shots instead of making me stare for 90 minutes of running around. 

One of the happiest moments in Barcelona was actually spent in a sweet shop. From the outside, I thought we passed by a clinic, then the pink signage against the sterile white shopfront caught our attention. HAPPY PILLS it says. Turned out, this is a concept shop selling nothing but sweets! 

You choose the containers, fill them up with sweets of your choice, struggle between stickers that say "HAPPY PILLS makes you prettier than your friends" and "HAPPY PILLS instant solution to back stabbing colleagues". Pack them in boxes titled "Anti Inflammatory for Balls - Instant relief from work stress pains accumulated in the lower regions". This clinic is damn cool, stocking such happy pills already made us extremely happy.

Girona

An hour from Barcelona is Girona, a quint romantic old town with colorful houses on both sides of the river. Architecture is varied and atmospheric with myriad of occupations and invasions of many narrow streets, a castle, impressive walls and fairytale gardens.

There is something more intangible than beauty that gave Girona a special place in our hearts. "I don't mind getting a house here", said Ken. Yah I agree, as we strolled the streets in the warm sunlight. For some magical reasons, time moves at a very comfortable pace in Girona. This is not an ancient town where time halts because it died in some alleyway one hundred years ago. 

Ken concluded that everything is at peace because there are hardly any cars in this place hence no noise of traffic. One can only hear the music of life with locals gathering on the streets at night to sing and dance. The smell of dawn with the warm rays bringing out the scent of grass and dew.  Time took on another meaning. Time here is not for rushing pass life, it is used for appreciation of life. 

We stumbled upon a luxury watch shop in Girona. I was deeply impressed by a men's watch with a light leather strap in the show window. Very understated for the brand's style, totally down my alley but just quite quite pricey even with an 18% tax rebate. Unlike retailers in Singapore who has little knowledge of their watches and are preoccupied with earning their commissions, we were served by the owner's son who ended up chatting with us on the difference between Patek Philippe, Rolex and IWC.

We also stumbled upon an old world toy shop, stocked from floor to ceiling of toys from our era - aka tin mobiles, wooden puzzles, spin tops, kaleidoscope, slip comics etc... We returned to the shop at least four times to buy and buy.

I always have this romantic notion that nth years later (when Megan is much older and me no longer around) that she opens her precious tin container and retrieve some faded wooden top or paper wind mill that holds fond memories of her childhood - aka mummy and daddy bought this for me. I mean the scene looks so wrong if she opens the box to retrieve an old plastic barbie doll with disarrayed hair right? No no no... I better buy some proper toys that have lasting power. And lucky for us, this shop has plenty.

Food in Girona ranked high - very surprised that this little town play host to quite a number of Michelin star restaurants and food in their hands is a form of art... See next blog for more details.

Montserrat

Took the easy way out and booked a one day tour. Like all organised tour groups, they are overpriced, short on time and convenient. For Montserrat, it is not a bad choice of travel. Strange, wind contorted mountain peaks made great hiking environments. Guess where I am in the picture?

Yes, you can pretty much gather that Ken was the one hiking and me 'resting' at mid ridge. Certainly not as fit as before, fat tights are quite heavy to lift you know.

Sitges

Not damn excited about Sitges, a beach town. Felt that Sitges is a tourist trap. Arrived around 5pm and the sun was frying my skin crispy. Hate Hate Hate!!! Reached the lowest point in the trip. Black face!! Cannot absorb anything because my whole brain became focused on the conviction that a worst possible death is to dehydrate and bake in the sun. Hate Hate Hate.

Felt more alive the next morning and for Ken, I braved the sun, sea and sand with no swim wear and a pair of sport shoes... Wah very nice leh... The combination of cold waters, chilly wind, extremely hot sun, two beach daybeds and a huge umbrella was a great way to chill. You dozed off, you waked, you watched girls with balls playing balls, you admired multicolor sunga. You dozed, you waked, you were  treated to toned bodies doing fashion shows, you saw more colorful bikinis... what a visual feast! Thank you Ken for bringing me to this spot under the umbrella. Like. I could lie there doing nothing the entire day... 

... if not for the fact that I became hungry. I think if I set up a mobile BBQ stall there... will sell...

Shall I talk about food? Hmm, see next blog for all food related text... life is wonderful.