Those are fruits^
Hello there! Tanner here being forced to write another blog. But you all know that, it’s not like I would write one of these voluntarily…anyways on with the details of the day. Today started unlike the last few days, I had to wake up at the ungodly hour of 9 a.m. I know right? Terrible. Anyways, the day otherwise started like any other, showers, making eggs and toast, the putting on of clothes, whole nine yards. We were all ready and out the door by 10 and off to our scheduled 11 am walking tour that everyone just couldn’t wait for. We made our way to the metro as we thought that would be the most efficient way to travel into Barcelona as it got us closest to our tours meeting point, a local square of La Rambla. We thought wrong. We under estimated the travel time of the metro, but only by about 30 minutes… As the clock neared 10:45 we (the girls) got increasingly worried that we would miss our tour. We still had a few more stops until ours, which only heightened our (their) worries.
As we reached our stop and left the station it was about 10:57, 3 minutes until our tour left. We booked it out of the station and onto La Rambla, following the map on Bronte’s phone towards our meeting point. We followed the map up the street for about ¼ mile until we realized the error in our ways. We went the wrong direction. It was now 11:02 and Joe and I had (without much of a care) given up hope that we would make it to the tour. Of course the girls, being Giffords, figured there was still plenty of time to make the tour. We walked, and I say that lighly as it was closer it an Olympic powerwalk than regular walking, back towards the station we had just left and found our way to the tours meeting spot. It was now 11:14 and as we stumbled into the square only to find that there were two tour groups located here. We approached one group just as they were leaving the square and asked if the guide if she was our leader into the unknown territory and history of Barcelona. She was not. She did point out that our guide was the woman on the other side of the square explaining to a group the significance of some lamps. “Awesome” Joe and I thought out loud. As we wandered over to the our group, before we could apologize and tell the guide that we were late she explained that they, the group, would be taking the metro 2 times on the tour. Luckily it was at this point that everyone realized, this “exciting” tour was just not worth it. We instead decided that we would spend our time until our next tour, that’s right we were double booked for the day, wandering around and exploring the La Rambla area.
We walked up and down La Rambla enjoying the different scenery, tailored to everyone’s likings. The girls liked the souvenir shops, Joe liked the street performers, and I personally fell in love with the five floored McDonald’s across the street from the three story KFC. However after further investigation I discovered that the fifth floor was a lie and this was merely a 4 floor McDonalds masquerading as a magnificent 5 floor McDonalds. Needless to say I was upset. After my grieving period we made our way over to La Boqueria, a giant indoor market with just about everything you could want, including nachos. We decided to have the nachos for lunch, as any sensible human would, only to realize it was a glorious trap. The nachos had three toppings, cheese (not really a topping but we got over it), spicy beans, and guacamole. The trap laid in the order these toppings were place on the delicious ‘chos. After watching the woman serving us our sweet Mexican food place reasonable amounts of cheese and beans onto the chips, she placed what I can only describe as a shovel full of guacamole onto our nacho trays. I’m talking at least a pound of guac. The battle was on.
We carried our food out of the market, causing a few Americans jaws to hit the floor. We found a nice place on the street to eat/destroy our meal in peace. The girls of course shared a tray of nachos, because they make good life decisions, while Joe and I had our own tray each. We tried to throw as much of the FULLY loaded nachos down our gullets but it was just too much. After about 8 minutes of pure joy and agony combined into one, the nachos had bested us. Joe and I hung our heads in shame/pain as we threw away the remaining 10-15% of the nachos. We fought the good fight but we never stood a chance. The next 20 minutes were dedicated to finding some delicious Cokes to hopefully dissolve the Mexican bricks in our bellies. After completing our task, we met back with the girls in a coffee shop where they were enjoying espressos. We hung out in the shop until we met our next tour guide, a lovely local catalan woman in her mid twenties. We spent the next hour or so walking around and learning about the city, basic tour stuff. I would give more details here but I honestly retained none of the tours information. Whoops.
After the tour we made our way home and stopped at the store to pick up the ingredients for our wonderful dinner idea, Mac&Cheese with pieces of bacon inside. Because we hadn’t had enough liquid cheese today. After dinner we spent the night enjoying wine and breaking bad until now, when everyone decided to go to bed. The End.
-Tanner (on behalf of Joe, Bronte, and Payton)
Hello there! Tanner here being forced to write another blog. But you all know that, it’s not like I would write one of these voluntarily…anyways on with the details of the day. Today started unlike the last few days, I had to wake up at the ungodly hour of 9 a.m. I know right? Terrible. Anyways, the day otherwise started like any other, showers, making eggs and toast, the putting on of clothes, whole nine yards. We were all ready and out the door by 10 and off to our scheduled 11 am walking tour that everyone just couldn’t wait for. We made our way to the metro as we thought that would be the most efficient way to travel into Barcelona as it got us closest to our tours meeting point, a local square of La Rambla. We thought wrong. We under estimated the travel time of the metro, but only by about 30 minutes… As the clock neared 10:45 we (the girls) got increasingly worried that we would miss our tour. We still had a few more stops until ours, which only heightened our (their) worries.
As we reached our stop and left the station it was about 10:57, 3 minutes until our tour left. We booked it out of the station and onto La Rambla, following the map on Bronte’s phone towards our meeting point. We followed the map up the street for about ¼ mile until we realized the error in our ways. We went the wrong direction. It was now 11:02 and Joe and I had (without much of a care) given up hope that we would make it to the tour. Of course the girls, being Giffords, figured there was still plenty of time to make the tour. We walked, and I say that lighly as it was closer it an Olympic powerwalk than regular walking, back towards the station we had just left and found our way to the tours meeting spot. It was now 11:14 and as we stumbled into the square only to find that there were two tour groups located here. We approached one group just as they were leaving the square and asked if the guide if she was our leader into the unknown territory and history of Barcelona. She was not. She did point out that our guide was the woman on the other side of the square explaining to a group the significance of some lamps. “Awesome” Joe and I thought out loud. As we wandered over to the our group, before we could apologize and tell the guide that we were late she explained that they, the group, would be taking the metro 2 times on the tour. Luckily it was at this point that everyone realized, this “exciting” tour was just not worth it. We instead decided that we would spend our time until our next tour, that’s right we were double booked for the day, wandering around and exploring the La Rambla area.
We walked up and down La Rambla enjoying the different scenery, tailored to everyone’s likings. The girls liked the souvenir shops, Joe liked the street performers, and I personally fell in love with the five floored McDonald’s across the street from the three story KFC. However after further investigation I discovered that the fifth floor was a lie and this was merely a 4 floor McDonalds masquerading as a magnificent 5 floor McDonalds. Needless to say I was upset. After my grieving period we made our way over to La Boqueria, a giant indoor market with just about everything you could want, including nachos. We decided to have the nachos for lunch, as any sensible human would, only to realize it was a glorious trap. The nachos had three toppings, cheese (not really a topping but we got over it), spicy beans, and guacamole. The trap laid in the order these toppings were place on the delicious ‘chos. After watching the woman serving us our sweet Mexican food place reasonable amounts of cheese and beans onto the chips, she placed what I can only describe as a shovel full of guacamole onto our nacho trays. I’m talking at least a pound of guac. The battle was on.
We carried our food out of the market, causing a few Americans jaws to hit the floor. We found a nice place on the street to eat/destroy our meal in peace. The girls of course shared a tray of nachos, because they make good life decisions, while Joe and I had our own tray each. We tried to throw as much of the FULLY loaded nachos down our gullets but it was just too much. After about 8 minutes of pure joy and agony combined into one, the nachos had bested us. Joe and I hung our heads in shame/pain as we threw away the remaining 10-15% of the nachos. We fought the good fight but we never stood a chance. The next 20 minutes were dedicated to finding some delicious Cokes to hopefully dissolve the Mexican bricks in our bellies. After completing our task, we met back with the girls in a coffee shop where they were enjoying espressos. We hung out in the shop until we met our next tour guide, a lovely local catalan woman in her mid twenties. We spent the next hour or so walking around and learning about the city, basic tour stuff. I would give more details here but I honestly retained none of the tours information. Whoops.
After the tour we made our way home and stopped at the store to pick up the ingredients for our wonderful dinner idea, Mac&Cheese with pieces of bacon inside. Because we hadn’t had enough liquid cheese today. After dinner we spent the night enjoying wine and breaking bad until now, when everyone decided to go to bed. The End.
-Tanner (on behalf of Joe, Bronte, and Payton)