Barcelona part uno

This is out of order!
After arriving at the airport we refueled with espressos and then made our way to the metro. The metro system is fantastic and you really can get everywhere on it. I only managed to get stuck going through the wrong side of a turnstile once!
The hostel was pretty much a hole in the wall and took a few walk bys before we were convinced we were in the right place. Once inside we found Emily and her tagalong Aussie Leah. They were in the midst of making a fantastic dinner and we were starving so it was perfect timing. The four of us spent the evening on the rooftop patio drinking a lot of sangria and debating wether to stay in, or go out with the hostel people who were planning on staying out until the first metro at 5am. After getting as nice looking as we could wearing dirty clothes and having curly bangs (getting bangs before this trip was a bad idea) we decided to stay in and not be tired for our big day of sightseeing.

On our first full day we walked down La Rambla, a big touristy shopping and eating street. We stopped for the best gelato I've ever tasted.Gill, Emily and I walked incredibly slowly enjoying the best thing that has probably ever happened to us.

Gelato Heaven

After getting over our sadness upon finishing the gelato we grabbed a much needed cafe con leche and made our way to the boardwalk.
Since we looked at so many postcards throughout the day we decided we had to go see the Sagrada Familia at night. After a dissapointing paella (note to self: don't eat paella at a Chinese restaurant)we stocked up on Don Simon (0.99euro boxed wine), some cups and a nectarine and made our way there.

Segrada Familia

The night was awesome, and included many trips to the KFC across the street to use the bathroom, trying to avoid detection by the security guard. On the last trip in we decided to buy something, where Gillian returned a piece of chicken for not being big enough, and when the clerk was confused,as she should have been, language barrier or not, Gillian demanded to speak to their English speaking manager and successfully returned the piece of chicken. The metro ride home was equally as entertaining as we ran down up escalators for the first time and took hilarious photos in the train station photobooths.