"I don't get it?"

Toooootally promised Kerensa that I wouldn't use that as the title, but it had to be done. Apologies.
Although Kerensa spent a lot of time not exactly, "getting," Barcelona, Tarragona or La Granada - it's safe to say we had a rather lovely and sunny time.

WARNING: I broke my camera (again - boo) so there is a distinct lack of photos after about 10am on the Saturday morning. But I got it fixed last week (yay) so will make up for lost time!

To begin with I would like to ask a question of RyanAir; I wish to know what idiot told them, that not only was it a good idea to use a decorative palate so painful on the eyes that you feel like you're bouncing around inside a giant packet of Solero Shots, but that these sherbet coloured seats should be placed nose-distance apart? And, why are they so obsessed with talking to us so much?! Throughout the (HOUR) long journey to Barcelona from Asturias, I think they allowed us a grand total of two minutes uninterrupted engine noise. Every other minute was filled with sales pitches, telling us to buy smokeless cigerettes and other nonsense. How does that work?! Do they just plan to annoy their passengers into buying something from them?! Never thought I would be so grateful for the comparative serenity of an EasyJet flight - only interrupted once every 20 minutes instead.

Anyway, rant over.

Thursday night consisted of getting to the hotel - slightly more complicated than planned and getting food. Once these two jobs were complete; we slept. The excitement.

The next morning was glorious. As an example - 20 degrees at 10 am in the morning! I think from that revelation I knew it was going to be a good weekend.
Our first stop was the Sagrada Familia.

Although its a sight to behold; the queue was circling several times around the Cathedral to buy entrance and so we decided to just admire from the outside. Not to mention the sheer number of tourists (damn tourists) was stressing me out majorly.

However! At a touristy shop just beside the Sagrada Familia I managed to purchase the Spain shirt I have been wanting FOREVER - or rather since they won the World Cup. 

Number 1. Casillas. World Cup star. 

I was ripped off completely but at that point I didn't really care and bought it anyway; apparently it's an "official" shirt. Aye right.

Continuing with the standard Gaudi theme of any Barcelona trip we went out to Casa Batilo.

This time we did go in. It was absolutely rammed with people; but still awesome.

Next was lunch. Quite possibly the most exciting moment of Spain so far. Wait for it.... like seriously, brace yourselves.

KERENSA HAD OPTIONS. 

I cannot put into words the exact incredibleness, awesomeness, ridiculousness of that. The menu of a restaurant we just glanced at, had a grand total of six completely vegetarian options. As proof of the happiness, I took this picture. 

She was very happy.

After a rather lengthy walk around the Port; we reached the cable car which connects the top of Moutjuic with the city. That was scary, dangling on what is quintessentially a glorified rope over the Med and hoping that the wind didn't pick up too much! However, the views from the top were incredible. 

At this point my camera ran out of battery.

WHY DO CAMERAS HATE ME SO MUCH?!

*stealing photos from Kerensa's facebook*

From the point that the cable car dropped us off we walked across the hill, past the Theatre Royal, some museums and stopping to appreciate the epicness that is the MNAC (Museo Nacional de Arte Catalan)

 

Every time I see this picture I get "Go the Distance" from Hercules in my head. 

There followed another successful meal, this one of tapas which was also filled with vegetarian options. And included a gin and tonic flavoured desert. (No joke.)

After a far-more-stressful-than-it-needed-to-be journey to La Granada we arrived at the flat of the lovely MJP.

Day Two and we were off bright and early (minus one camera) to Tarragona. 

It was an absolutely beautiful place and had lots of Roman ruins all around. Plus, a beach. What more could you ask for?!

   

This is a tradition in Cataluna; as in they actually decide every now and again to get all of the men together and build a giant human statue. Sometimes, I wonder about Spain...

 Had to be done.

A lovely afternoon spent on the beach; not to mention ice cream, wine, paella and a very spectacular lightening storm finished off the night. 

As a disclaimer I should also mention that we hit the bar in La Granada, tiny as it was. Also, I'm sorry, but how complicated is it to understand "malibu y coca cola light?" Seriously! MJ says it's cause they're Catalan, not cause I can't speak Spanish. I like that reason.

The next day Kerensa and I had to leave for Barcelona and leave MJ behind - very sad, I wanted to take her back to Oviedo with me!

The weather wasn't as great on the Sunday although still pretty nice. Our FOURTH successfully vegetarian meal out. (At this point it was just getting silly - I was considering the idea that we might have been sucked into some parallel universe where the Spanish understand the concept of vegetarianism.)

We decided to hit one thing and enjoy it so we took the Metro up to Parc Guell which we hadn't done on the Friday and have a walk around. 

 

That awkward, asking other tourists to take a photo of us moment....

Sight of the most amazing America's Next Top Model final ever. It was almost like a pilgrimage for me! 

According to my model expert (Emma-Louise) I needed to put a hand on my hip; but it was a good effort. 

And that ends a rather lovely trip to Barcelona. Concluded obviously with Solero Shot express back to Oviedo. 

Don't have much time left here. Said goodbye to my Primero B class today - although they don't know they still have a ceilidh dancing extravaganza to come! Only two days left at school (tomorrow is a holiday - standard) Then at the weekend I'm off to Santander with Kerensa and waving her off on the boat. And then, the arrival of Sarah, Emma-Louise and Jacqueline! Wwwwooooooppppppp.

Around Asturias in gin and tonics.

A few weeks ago I had the company of my lovely Mum for the weekend and I thought she would appreciate a blog post about her!

Firstly, I think it’s very important to note that our hotel – WAS AWESOME. I booked us into the “Spaceship” (AKA Calatrava) which is a huge building in the middle of Oviedo; part hotel, part shopping centre and part office building. Our room was very, very, very high up, giving us amazing views of the mountains out of the floor to ceiling windows.

AND! We had flashing lights above the bed…

Mum wasn’t just celebrating her (belated) birthday that weekend but also the happy news that she would never have to study archives again, having just passed her diploma. Me being the very good and alcohol obsessed daughter that I am (they brought me up well!) bought her a bottle of bubbly to celebrate with – this was much appreciated. 

We spent most of the weekend alternating between eating, drinking and shopping. Visited the Bellas Artes Gallery in Oviedo which I had only recently discovered existed! On the Sunday of Mum’s visit we took a trip to Gijón and were rewarded with some very sunny weather, interspersed with the inevitable rain showers. After a bus tour and walking around for maybe a little bit too long we managed to get ourselves a gin and some food. You have to love any barman who when you ask for two gin and tonics replies, “What gin would you like?” gesturing to the array behind him. 

Look Dad, we both have glasses the size of our heads!!

I’m finding it more and more difficult to realise why I don’t want to go home!

Llanes

I feel my trip to Llanes should also be mentioned. Llanes is about an hour and a half to the East of Oviedo at the coast and I had been told on several occasions that it was a must see. So, Kerensa, Libby and myself took off one Sunday to explore.
It was beautiful! We were incredibly lucky to have sunny weather.

I had made it clear already that with a weekend of flying coming up the next week I was definitely in need of going to Mass, so to avoid missing time in Llanes I went there instead. To all my fellow Catholics; there should be a system of some kind to find out Mass times anywhere in the world! It took me hours to even find out the name of the Church, and short of Google Street viewing the square it was in and zooming in to the point at which I could read the Mass times hanging outside; I was a little bit lost! Mass ended up being really fun, and I’m not just saying that! The other two came as well! It was a children’s Mass and because it was the beginning of May and Mother’s Day in Spain there were lots of, “Who’s special day is it?” MARIA!! Not to mention that as the sermon was basically directed at the kids I found it really easy to understand – which makes a change!!

These huge blocks were part of an art project to make the port look more attractive and although some of them just look a bit like graffiti from afar there were others that were really beautifully painted.

Inside the village there were metal plates along all of the roads which we later found out were all words from a poem about Llanes. 

During the day we (well two of us) had a nice menu del día and Kerensa once again found herself at the mercy of un-vegetarian-friendly Spanish cuisine. Luckily ice cream and cakes were bought later. The whole place was beautiful and I’m really annoyed that I won’t get a chance to go back again because:
DUM DUM DUM! I only have a month left in Oviedo.
PANIC STATIONS.

Viaje con los finlandeses

Even though it’s been a good few weeks since I went there I want to show off some more pictures of the pretty places I’ve visited! At school we had an exchange group from Finland visiting and I was invited to go with them on their tour of Asturias. This included the prehistoric caves in Ribadesella; of which I have no photos because they try and protect the caves from any damage. All the visits have a limited time in which to walk around and a limited number of people who can be in each group, because even our breathing was damaging the cave paintings. The paths through the caves were only lit as we passed through and then put out again; obviously the Spanish are not exactly the most Health and Safety friendly people in the world but in this case it was clear why they hadn’t built a safe path through or lit the floor well so that people could walk through – they were fiercely protective of the paintings; to the point that when one of the students tried to take a photo inside, he was only not reported to the police because he was foreign!

After the caves we travelled to Covadonga, which is a really important area for the Asturians. It’s a shrine to Mary who is said to have appeared to King Pelayo during the Moors attack on Asturias and told him how he could beat them, and as Asturias was the only part of Spain never to fall to the Moorish invasion it’s quite important!

Apart from the Cathedral there’s also a boarding school for children who are very talented musicians – where the conductor of my choir went!

The shrine itself is a fount inside the cave, the legend is that if you drink from the water there you’ll be married to the person of your choice within the year. Despite Rosa’s best efforts it was a little bit too slippy to venture along. Gutted. Introducing my Spanish mother and my Mum was probably the worst idea ever as Rosa is now under-taking it as her personal mission to find me “un novio!” She’s also recently brought this mission to the ears of all the women at choir. This can only end badly…

Blog from Barcelona coming very soon. As soon as I pick the exact silly thing Kerensa said to use as the title.... there were just so many...