This is my second time visiting, so I wasn’t overly ambitious about covering a lot of ground with this city. I visited the famous Sagrada Familia, the Casa Batilo, the Cathedral, and the Pedrera on my first trip five years ago. But this time around I wanted to dig a little deeper and see nooks of Barcelona that I didn’t get to see or experience when I visited the first time.
I stumbled onto this amazing photo of a maze. Parc del Laberint d’Horta is located about twenty-five minutes from the Ramblas, where I was staying. I hopped on the train and headed out with excitement. I love finding places like this. The park was straight out of a fairy tale. It really is a maze – I got totally lost and panicked a little when I had to get out. The sun was beaming down and it even got hard to breathe. It was time to leave and get inside, back into the air conditioning.
My hotel was located right next to a mercado. Foodie’s heaven. Chorizo, salami, crochets, and fruit juices individually sold for three euro or less. After stuffing my face and stopping at every stall, I headed to the Joan Miró foundation.
The foundation is home to Joan Miro and some local Spanish artists. The best thing about the foundation is the view of the city behind Joan Miro’s sculptures. After the foundation I gathered all my energy to walk down to the lookout point. After that I needed a siesta!
After a refreshing nap, it was time to get ready and explore some salsa clubs. I took lessons years ago, but my traveling partner Sandra is a pro. We ordered the most delicious mojitos and hit the dance floor. It was balmy night and so it got super hot in the dance club. I was hoping to meet an amazing dancer who can make me look like a pro without effort or skill on my part, but that didn’t really happen. It happened to me once in Argentina. I didn’t do anything and I was like the queen of salsa. If your partner is a good dancer, you look good.
When it got too hot, we went outside and walked for a while. I was getting hungry and that local kebab stand looked so good. We inhaled our kebabs and headed to our hotel. We did check out W Barcelona, but it was so bad I don’t even want to talk about it. Please avoid W.
My feet were sore from walking on cobblestone streets all day but with my belly full and so many great memories from just few days in Barcelona, I went to sleep smiling.