Woke up and made mimosa's. Jumped on the bus and took it to Park Guell with Alexis and Mekale. I had no previous knowledge of the park. On arrival, walking just meters into the park, I stopped and took notice to everything - A man playing the cello underneath a rock bridge, birds flying tree to tree building nests, couples walking hand in hand, children playing and the incredible architecture. It was certainly a special place.
Park Guell is located on one of the hills overlooking Barcelona. Alexis, Mekale and I walked to the top of the hill to take in the 180 degree view. We stood upon the site at which Gaudi had planned to build a church, but during construction of the park the decision to stop was made. A total of 2 of 60 homes were built in the park - gives you an idea how much construction happened. In 1927, years after Guadi passed away the park was recognized as a world heritage park.
Venturing down to the sea side I slipped off my shoes and entered the Mediterranean Sea. I scooped up a few shells, as I always do when at a beach, while Alexis and Mekale lay on their backs soaking up the rays. Ive got to mention, too, the color of the water was brilliant ranging from a strong, bright turquoise to a dark, shimmering navy blue - gorgeous!
At night we took the metro to an area we heard of a place providing live music. The Monday nickname given to the club was "nasty Mondays". Upon arrival we decided not to enter as we found the crowd entering was a bit younger and the music was not what we expected, electronic/techno rather than acoustic. No biggie. We walked around the streets poping and out of a couple of bars, one of which the bartenders wore matching bowties and tuxedos. I drank some Buffalo Trace (it was delicious, Troy).