Bells and Whistles: Hola Barcelona!

The trip for this last weekend was Barcelona. I planned it rather late because, after all, I was in Prague last week, and that is just a lot of voyaging. But we had a three day weekend and the other weekends I need for other things, so Barcelona it was.

Planning late there weren't many options for places to stay. Everything was rather expensive and the cheaper locations were far far from the center of the city. That is how I ended up booking with the Korean Hostel. I decided on it because of location and price, but then after I got the confirmation email I thought that maybe I should have found someplace else. Oh well. One early train ride later I was there, ringing in to Korea Hostel Barcelona.

The owner buzzed me in and it didn't take us long to realize that we could not communicate. She spoke Korean and a little Spanish. I on the other hand am limited to English and French. After several minutes of saying sounds at each other she went and found a resident who could speak some French. Apparently the website had not informed her that I was coming, so I was really out of the blue. Tall, blond, American without a whiff of Korean background. But she gave me a key and a bed, so I was happy.

The first day I walked around and got a feel for the city. I went into some churches and looked around. Barcelona is in the thick of Catalan country, so all the signs were in Catalan then frequently also in Spanish. If you were lucky (which you often weren't) the sign would also have either French or English.

Sagrada Familia

Behold! The glorious (unfinished) work of Gaudi. It really is amazing. It's not often that contemporaries decide to build a cathedrals. Most every cathedral in Europe has been around for hundreds of years. The process of making a new one is quite rare. And the Sagrada Familia is a rare beauty with some serious artistry and symbolism.

This side of the Cathedral is the Nativity, which recalls the early part of Christ's life. So everything on it is softer, more curved. The center piece is the nativity (which I accidentally cut out of the picture above) and every one else is looking towards it; choir angels, shepherds, and etc.)

Above you can see Mary and Joseph heading to Bethlehem (left) and a Roman soldier killing taking a baby boy away from his parents (right).

The opposite side is called the Passions, and shows the seven passions of Christ (I'm pretty sure there are seven, if my two New Testament classes did their work, and no one needs know how many times I had to retype testament before I got the spelling right).

This side was done by a different artist and is full of sharp edges and angles. Some people don't like it but I found it a remarkable method of transmitting the pain and difficulty of all the challenges Christ faced. The edges make it impossible for the statue to rest comfortably. Its like in your head you're trying to fix it, to make sense of it. We could go on about the psychology behind art but we'll leave it there. Above you see Christ with his crown of thorns.

And here is Christ at the whipping post. See?! Look at that back. Doesn't that look like the most painful back in existence? (And I'm talking about the backs in art renderings. Leave all those slave photos at home).

Voila, l'interior:

I overheard a tour guide saying that this is the tallest open space in existence. Now I don't know if that's true or if he was just trying to impress his clients, but it felt true. It was so so so tall and open. The back half of the windows weren't stained and that let in a remarkable amount of light. Also all the stone is white. White white white. So everything was tall and light and white. It was... heaven, really. Like, high up, lots of air, cloud-like. Not a figurative heaven when you bite into a molten lava brownie, but if heaven were really up in the clouds it would kind of be like the inside of Sagrada Familia.

Just, just so beautiful. I loved the ceiling, how there are these little, I don't know. The little circle things that look lie a star-like opening where light can come through?. Wow, that's a great description. Ok, you see the ceiling in the picture? Yeah, I liked it.

They had religious music playing and a sectioned-off area for people to pray. The area they use for actual services is below the main level (there were little windows and we could see people being religious down there). I liked how they try to keep it a holy and religious building. I mean, it is a cathedral, after all. I have walked in on so many weddings and other services, so it was nice for them to let us in but keep us separate from the actual observers.

And here is this umbrella-Jesus thing. It is quite unique but I totally dug it. So much like and love going on right now. It honestly looks like an umbrella but somehow it works. Like really works. Maybe it's supposed to be a holy halo or something. Whatever it is, I approve.

Above are some Gaudi-designed apartments with balconies that look like bones. It's a pretty cool building, but it's sad how a lot of the mosaic is falling off. It's really close to the Korea Hostel.

Speaking of the hostel, it was full of Koreans (go figure, right?). For breakfast the next day I arrived and soon found myself the soul (the Seoul *ba-dump-ch!*) non-Korean present. Twenty Koreans + me. And I don't know if I could be more non-Korean. Maybe if I was black. That's pretty non-Korean too. Either way we were all having a traditional Korean breakfast, which included rice, lamb, potatoes, carrots, a green salad, and a sea-weed soup.

As we started eating I felt a good deal of curious Korean eyes on me, all of them asking "What are you doing here?" But they were very nice and I was able to talk with those who knew English. I impressed them all with my ability to use chopsticks (eating a green-leaf salad with chopstics: check).

Anyway, on with my Gaudi tour.

Here is the Palau Musca, which was beautiful. I went back three times, but I guess, despite what the internet and my guide said, they were closed and so I only got to admire the outside. I hope they're happy about that.

Still the outside was fabulous with a lot of detail. I found it quite funny that this spectacular building is on some small side street, connected to other buildings, and the above photos were as far back as I could get. I mean, give it some room guys, this is a serious work of art!

Just look at all the detail of the tile work (look at it). Absolutely fantastic. After the disappointment of not being able to see the incredible chandelier inside, I dragged myself off to the Palace. I forget what Palace, but it was a palace and Gaudi was the architect.

The palace is as classy as it gets. Like, holy cow. This was a residence, like a family's house, in the middle of the city. And we're talking all marble everything except for the incredible woodwork, the largest organ of the time, a personal chapel, fireplace in every room, gold leafing on everything. It was a serious crib.

Here is a ceiling, and since being plain is boring Gaudi had some fun. At one time all the hanging things provided structural support. Now the official Palace guide said this so I have to believe her, and I'm no architect certainly, but I'm still pretty sure all that wood is hanging down, and at the moment I don't get how hanging down helps something else stay up. Unless it's on a see-saw. But I'm almost certain that is not what's going on here.

Wall of cool wood. When you buy your ticket for the palace you get the audio guide automatically. So if you want a really quiet ambience in your museum give everyone an audio guide. People don't talk to each other, they barely make eye contact.

The windows in most of the bedrooms were stained glass, and the portraits are all characters from Shakespeare plays. If you want your kid to grow up serious, put portraits of Macbeth and Hamlet in his room. It may look sunny but aint no body happy there.

-Oh, darling, the mantle looks a little drab, don't you think? We should put something there.
-Alright, dear. Pick something you think is nice.
*Insert majestic masterpiece of inlayed marble--you read me right, that's a marble painting*
-Oh that looks much better, Beatrice.

Crapping in style, because when lords crap, it's business.

Happy chimneys, a rooftop full of them. Bob Ross would be so proud.

Gaudi basically owns the town.

Park Guell was a failed real estate venture that's quite successful now and without any houses. It is a climb to the top. It's like Darwin Tourism, where only the fittest get the view (other such Darwin Tours are El Duomo, the hill in Sete, Notre Dame Paris, and etc).

There were a bunch of structures like these. I don't know if it's supposed to be a call back to ancient times or what. And they didn't serve much purpose. They stood there and provided some shade. Cool to look at though.

These birds were making a racket. Like, some sort of hullabaloo was going down and there was some serious drama because these shrill squeakers would not shut up. Then I saw a bunch making nests in the palm trees and maybe its mating season or something. That would incur a lot of drama. These suckers making houses, but who's gonna be the daddy?
*SQUEAAAK* You daddy? You daddy?
*SQUEEEEAK* Maybeh! Maybeh!
*CHIRP* You want it *shakes tail feathers*
*CHIP CHEEP* Want. Want. *CHIP* Commitment issues.
*Angry SQUEEAAAKK* You daddeh!

Photographic proof of my presence there.

The Gaudi house. He was an austere religious man and one heck of an architect.

Here are some chairs he designed. I am not a designer by any means, but everyone seemed very impressed by these chairs. If you look at this and see a bench and a chair, you would be wrong. There's so much more going on here! The line, the contour, the material. I mean, jeeze!

And I would procreate just so I could use this crib. That crib is rocking it, srsly. So majestic.

Now we have finished the Gaudi tour and can take a look around the rest of Barcelona. Here is a lovely square with palm trees and a fountain. I hope you enjoy the look of that. It was in the 70's all weekend. For the first of November, that's pretty awesome.

I don't know what this was, but it looked cool so I took a picture, and it must be cool because now you're looking at it.

The planes went flying just so I could get the wonderful photo of the Barcelona Cathedral. This is one epic piece of Gothic architecture. Very refined and detail and points everywhere.

Above the doors.

Here is a part of the Ancient Roman structures that were added onto by the medieval people. Also I got a shot of the kid kicking the bubble and that made me happy.

I'm pretty sure that every city in Europe was original Roman. Everywhere, no matter where you go or what you try to do, Ancient Rome is like, "Did that."

Cool church stuffs that in the old cathedral connected to the Ancient Roman wall. (Ancient Rome: *cough* Pantheon *cough*)

And now, the time has come for my traditional art dump. Went to the National Museum and took pictures of it all, because no one can stop me and I love art.

The national museum followed the Gaudi palace and tried to out-do everything on level of classiness. Two waterfalls (only one pictured above) and a giant fountain. Plus some regal pillars standing in the middle of the random square at the bottom. So many stairs. So so so so many. Hence I opted for the escalator option. The museum is big enough as it is. No need to get ridiculous.

I love sketches. Absolutely love them. I often prefer them to paintings, perhaps because they're so raw and quick. That's how you tell an artist from an amateur, I think. How they sketch.

Art day at the museum!

The Slump. And I just have to say that there are a lot of randomly naked people in art. Clothes are totally optional, and usually not the first choice. You see clothes on a statue and you're like, 'Wow, clothes. I wonder why?'

I loved this statue. It's called "The first chill" or something like it. The artist did an incredible job of depicting the difference between a young body and an old body, the way the sin hangs. It was cool.

Clothes. Wow.

Now this is clothed. Fur coats and a getaway buggy. Love it.

Reflection (duh).

I couldn't stop looking at the way the light worked on her arm.

The Godhead, in porcelain. I dug it.

I really liked this ballerina, her hands, and the way the figure changed at every angle.

This statue made me laugh so hard. I don't know quite why. The tiny head? The snobbish expression? He seems to be saying "Hhng" in a way that expresses his displeasure/distaste. I mean. Look at it. Hehe.