Adios, Barcelona

We love Barcelona.

We love Gaudí.

I love this artist, Robbie Williams (at the Barcelona MOMA):

David, our first day tour guide was…fine. He drove us to Sagrada Familia (I can’t even describe its glory), he took us on a walking tour, and he admonished us. (It will help immensely if you hear the following answers in the voice of Antonio Bandero as Puss-in-Boots):

Q: Does Barcelona have a soccer team?

A: Is this a joke? I feel like Joe Biden—is this a joke? You must never ask this question again…

Q: Which team is better? Barcelona or Madrid?

A: (pause)…This is another thing you must never speak of again.

Q: Are most people who live here Catholic?

A: You are joking me again?

I suppose to David TTG we seemed like simpletons. So when David The Husband came up with the name of Constantinople on cue, David The Tour Guide was bowled over and practically hugged him. It was, I suppose, how Doctor Frankenstein felt on that first grunt from his monster.

We’ve had a ball. What a great city. It’s clean, walkable and friendly. And it is here that we finally, just before we had to pack to leave, fell gob smacked over tapas. Yes.

We love tapas.