Spring Break in Barcelona, part V
Steve Reed,
Cottey's director of public information, traveled in Barcelona, Spain, with
Cottey students, faculty and staff over spring break. He reported back with a
series of articles written as letters home to his mother. This is the fifth of
five letters.
Buenos Dias, Mama!
It is our last day in Barcelona, and there is still so
much I want to do. There is not enough time for it all.
Today is a free day, and everyone is able to choose what
they will do today before our farewell dinner
this evening. Priscilla and some students are going to
visit an amusement park on Tibideo (the mountain-more like a very big hill-just
up from our hotel). A group of students are going for a boat tour on the
Mediterranean; and many others are out to enjoy some time at the beach and
shopping. My goals for the day are to see the Picasso Museum in the morning,
join a couple of colleagues for lunch at a craft brewery, and perhaps visit
Casa Mila, one of the Guadi-designed houses, this afternoon. Of course you know
what they say about the best-laid plans...
Our tour guides warned me that the Picasso Museum would
be very busy on a Saturday. That was an understatement. The small street in
front of the museum was jampacked with folks wanting to get in. The museum only
lets a designated number of visitors in each hour and a display shows how many
tickets are available for each time. With the long line in front of me, it was
apparent I was not getting in before 1
p.m. and I had lunch plans.
I decided to buy a ticket for 3
p.m. This allowed me more than enough time to meet
friends for lunch and still get back to the museum. I bought souvenirs for
Angie and for my next-door neighbor Maggie who is kind enough to collect my
mail when I am off having adventures. I found a cool ceramics shop a couple
doors down from the museum and got a couple of colorful figurines. Angie is
getting a three-inch chicken that looks as though Gaudi decorated it with
mosaic tiles. Don't laugh; my wife has a couple of folk art chickens on display
at her house that she loves.
I walked to Blacklab Brewery and Kitchen which is an
American-style brew pub. This makes total sense because the owner is from
Minnesota. I was a few minutes early and waited out front for my lone colleague
who decided to join me. A few minutes later, she sent a text letting me know
she was in a taxi and would be there in five minutes. Over 10 minutes later, I
texted and asked where she was. She let me know she had just pulled up and it
was closed. I was totally confused because I was standing right outside the
open door and had watched several customers go in and out. As it turns out, she
had gotten confused and was at a place called Brew Dog. She sent a follow-up
text letting me know she was in another taxi and would be there soon.
It was about 1
o'clock when we were actually seated inside. Remember what
I said about best-laid plans, Mama? It was all good as I had plenty of time to
eat some lunch and get back to the museum.
I had Buffalo wings for lunch, and though they were good,
they were not like Buffalo wings in the States. For starters, they aren't
nearly as spicy as we like them back home. In fact, the Spanish don't have
anything particularly "piquante" or spicy. Some of us were having
tapas one day and the vendor kept warning us that the slices of sausage on top
were piquante, but I didn't think they were very hot or spicy. Here in America,
we'd call those sausages “a good start towards spicy.”
One of my favorite things about these trips is the
opportunity to get to know my colleagues better. It's not like we hang out at
work for long, leisurely lunches and dinners with nothing else to do but visit.
I am fortunate to work with so many bright and interesting people who lead such
fascinating lives.
After lunch it was back to the museum. Most of the works
on display are from earlier in Picasso's career. One of the reasons so many of
his more famous works are in other museums is because Picasso was a very
outspoken opponent of General Franco after the Spanish Civil War. As such,
Franco refused to let Picasso's works be displayed in Spain. Picasso left Spain
and never returned. Fortunately, Picasso's friends worked to create this museum
and find pieces for it.
It's fascinating to see how his work evolved from small
dark paintings into larger brighter images during his blue and rose periods and
then into the cubist works he is best known for. It is a great little museum
and one you can spend a full hour exploring and feel as though you truly had
time to enjoy the works.
After I left the museum, there was no time to visit
another tourist attraction, but there was one more item on my list to check
off: churros and chocolate. Every time I tried to make that happen, the churro
places were closed. I was either catching them on the afternoon siesta or after
they had closed for the evening. Churros are cylinders of fried dough sprinkled
with sugar and sometimes cinnamon. The chocolate, though, is not like the hot
chocolate we drink here. Think of it as hot, thick chocolate pudding. You dip
your churros into the chocolate and eat them. So good!
One of the tour guides recommended a churros place called
Dulcinea, named after the character in Don Quixote, I suppose. I walked up to
the doors literally as the shop was opening for business. I walked in, sat
down, and the place was full within five minutes! I was so happy to finally get
Spanish churros and chocolate.
After making my taste buds happy, it was back to the
hotel to change for dinner. Casa Mila will have to wait for another trip.
All of us were bused to a very nice restaurant called
Citrus. Everyone looked so nice all dressed up, and the best part about this
place was that the food just kept coming! First we had prawns on a stick, then
we had something like eggs Benedict with avocado, and then it was a Spanish egg
roll. I think there was something else before the main course, but I don't
recall. I had the fried chicken, which was actually sesame-seed covered strips
of chicken coved with prawns. It came with mashed potatoes as well. For dessert
we had a mango sorbet in a thick, sweet mango sauce. Oh my; I could get used to
eating like that!
Cottey students all dressed up and waiting for their farewell dinner. |
Too soon we were back on the buses to the hotel to pack
and prepare for the long trip back home. We all miss our families and are
looking forward to seeing them, but we have enjoyed our Barcelona adventure and
wish we could linger here just a little longer. I look forward to seeing you
soon and sharing all of my photos with you.
Hasta maƱana,
Your loving son,
Steve
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