Barcelona Diaries – Park Güell, lizards and mosaic magic

Coffee. Coffee. Coffee.
That’s literally my first thought every single morning. BUT this time…it was coffee in Barcelooonaaa baby!!! 💪

I thought I’d have plenty of time to chill and write an article, but NOPE. Plot twist! My friend? Up before me. Every. Single. Day.
What??? This girl who usually sleeps like a rock suddenly turns into an early bird? She had all the energy and was waking me up. Honestly, who is she?! But hey, let’s be real…who even sleeps on vacation? Not me! I can sleep when I’m back home in my cold Austrian cave. Right now, we got stuff to see! Let’s GO! So, let’s talk about day two: I walked out fully dressed like it’s winter—jacket, long pants, the whole package. Why? Because Austria is cold, okay?! But Barcelona? Oh boy, HOT like a toaster! People were looking at me like I lost a bet. I was sweating like crazy. Sympathy, please? Just a little?

Yes, it was necessary to go back to the apartment to change my clothes or I would die in the middle of Barcelona. 😉

We were still getting used to the metro...staring at maps like we’re trying to crack a code. Lost? Absolutely. Wrong trains? Of course. But who cares? We’re tourists.

That’s basically part of the job description. Next stop: Park Güell!

(Or as I woud name it: The Land of fairy tale vibes.
) 😉

Fun fact: Both of us went to tourism school, but guess who plans everything? Not me!

(Yeah, she gave me a simple task to find the next metro station, and guess what? We ended up on the wrong train...not once, but twice! So, no, she was the guide, and I talked a lot, as usual.) :))

So, I just follow. She’s the boss. I'm like: “Where we going? Cool, I’m in.”

Ok, Park Güell

This park?! Straight out of a dream. Trees everywhere, weird and wonderful architecture, and views that make your jaw drop.
So here’s the deal: Gaudí, the genius behind it all, clearly hated straight lines. Everything's twisty, colorful, and totally magical. There’s a big sparkly lizard, benches that look like candy, and the whole place is like walking through someone’s wild imagination. Originally, it was meant to be a fancy neighborhood for rich people. But that flopped, and now it’s an amazing public park. Lucky us, huh?
(Amm...if you want to go inside the houses, book a tour. We did not, because we didn’t know... Oops.) Oh and also, I need to confess something... We eavesdropped a little to hear something we maybe didn't learn ourselves. Thank you, mister guide.

There were green parrots flying around like they owned the place, pigeons on snack patrol, and seagulls just vibing. One came up like, “Hey girl, got some bread for me?” I love them. There were musicians too...real chill vibes. I just sat, beer in hand, soaking in the music like, “Yes…this is my life now.”
And from the park, you can actually see La Sagrada Família. You can spot it from the plane too, but from here? It's just…wow.

Gaudí, you weird, brilliant legend. After all that walking and sun? HUNGRY. Like, "I-could-eat-a-chair" level hungry. And then…sunburn. Oh lord. I looked at her and she was red like a tomato. She looked at me? Same. We had sunscreen…we just…forgot it in the room. Classic. Mission “Buy Sunscreen ASAP” activated! Later we walked through the streets, just wandering like happy little tourists. Everything’s so pretty, I swear even the random sidewalks look fancy.

Then: beach time! Sounds perfect, right?
WRONG. It was so freaking windy at evening we couldn’t even get in the water. So, we made a bet...whoever doesn’t jump in buys the cocktails.
Guess what? Neither of us jumped. Sooo…we both bought cocktails. Win-win, honestly.

Day = Complete.
Now, let’s plan next day. 😉

With love, @tinabrezpike❤️