¡Hola!
Donna and I are sad that we have to say adios to Barcelona, so quickly after we arrived. The last few days have just flown by. But now, it's time to head to Madrid.
This afternoon we hopped on a train, in Spain, after the rain last night. (No, really.)
But there's a few things we need to discuss about Barcelona before the blog enters its next chapter.
And no, we're not going to talk about the delicious and delightful tapas we've been eating every single day...
... because that would be a bore.
#boar
...and then eat those very candies...
..or the terror that follows me everywhere I go...
Actually wait--Yes. Let's talk about that one for a moment.
It's a place called Bollocks, where this was scratched into the table...
...and this was overlooking the entire establishment:
There's not much else to report about this place--I just felt like you should know. After our cinnamon milky Christmas shots...
...Donna and I were heading to a grunge-ish bar called Nevermind, but we got distracted because Donna saw a skeleton that she fell in love with.
It was outside of this bar:
We went inside and were greeted by some of the locals. One of whom was very tall...
...and another who was very talented, and sang to us in Spanish.
Oh wait, but we're not talking about any of that stuff.
We're also not talking about the level of detail on the building from the door handles...
...to the artwork...
...to the details built into the stone itself:
No, for that will take far too long.
Instead, we're talking about these things:
These statuettes are in just about every shop in Barcelona.
You'll notice that each statue is squatting.
...pooping.
These figures are known as El Caganer--literally translating as "The Crapper." (Which is also my nickname. Weird.)
Anyway, these little shitters are meant to be placed in or near nativity scenes at Christmastime, and often during the holidays, they are hidden for children to find. Kind of like a crappy version of an Easter Egg hunt.
So, obviously, I never want to leave Barcelona.
Neither does Donna. You know, because she's a Freakshow.
And yet, we must go. But sis and I had a blast. Our minds were blown!
There was so much more that we saw...
...so much more that we ate...
..and so many more bits that we did...
But now it's time to kiss Barcelona goodbye!
...because we're done!
See you in Madrid!
PS: As a last goodbye from Barcelona, this song popped on the radio during the cab ride to the train station...
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