The Rain in Spain falls Mainly when my sister comes to visit

So… my sister came here from Portugal on Saturday. She brought Ze. He’s really Portuguese. All of us got down pretty hard. She left on Wednesday morning. The trip consisted of all of us walking to every tourist attraction in Barcelona. We didn’t actually go inside of most of the places because that would cost too much money. But if we didn’t go inside we looked at the outside extra hard. It was, also, raining the entire time Ze and Emily were here.

Saturday, we didn’t do anything.

Sunday, we went to Plaza de Espana, this plaza/fountain thing. We looked at the bullring. (Barcelona stopped having bullfights. So I’d have to go somewhere else to see one. We’ll see how that goes. It’s not a priority. For example, if I had to choose between going to a bullfight or eating some really good paella, then I would choose the paella—but only if it’s really good.) We looked at the National Art Museum and saw one exhibit before someone asked to see our tickets. We looked at the Greek Theater which I found out they built for the World’s Fair (sorry dude). We saw some of that Olympic business that was built for the Olympics. We climbed Montjuic and saw the castle that was on top of the mountain. Castles are pringles. We walked to a few museums that looked very nice from the outside and are probably nice on the inside.

Monday, we went to Park Guell. That experience will be something I will talk about when I’m a rusty old gaffer. Gaudi designed the park for his bro Guell. I didn’t know much about Gaudi before I left for Spain. So far, without Wikipedia-ing him yet, I’ve discovered that he’s an architect that isn’t really into straight lines. Much of what he designs looks like it’s inspired from a combination of Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland and Candyland. After the park, my senora cooked dinner for us. Paella. And almond ice cream. (I didn’t know what paella was until then. It’s essentially risotto with seafood. Ours had fish, squid, chicken, mushrooms, crawfish, artichoke hearts, and love.)

Tuesday, we strolled down La Rambla, gawked at things in the market, checked out some more of Gaudi’s buildings, and consumed many pastries. That night, we ate some tapas and hung out in the restaurant until it closed at midnight. Then we hung out on a bench eating fried corn and sunflower seeds until about 2. Then we all parted ways. My senora was awake playing her DS when I got home.

The rain didn’t bother us much. There’s only two things that melt in the rain. However, rain has a negative effect on washing clothes. No one has dryers here, so everybody hangs wet clothes. When it rains, my senora doesn’t do the laundry. I only brought one suitcase. So I’m wearing swimming trunks for boxers right now