It was around 08:30, Madsen had just arrived to the airbnb. As you can imagine, an airport waiting room does not make for the most comfortable sleeping arrangement, so Ms. Sleepyhead napped for a while to restore her energy (I may or may not have joined her. I did) before we started the first official day together in Barcelona.
A little secret about Madsen and myself, we do not plan things in the best way (I don't), we usually operate on the fly (I do). Which has its positives and negatives. But in this case, her missing her plane, and me losing my passport were the only negative aspects of the trip (and the people staring at us dead in our face as if they have never seen a black man and a white lady walk down the street in their life).
Once sleeping beauty rose from her slumber, the day officially started. Destination: Park Guëll; a park created by Antoni Guadí, who must of dropped quite a few tabs (or whatever psychedelics that were popular in the early 1900's) in his days, because his creations are the most unique/beautiful pieces of architecture I have seen with my own two eyes.
Time of arrival: when we got there. There were a number of minor obstacles we had to overcome prior to visiting the park. Like what metro line we had to take, and how we would know what line to get off since everything was in Spanish (but there were little indicators that let you know where you were, so that helped). This was a challenge we accepted, and overcame with finesse (mostly visual cues, but the finesse was in there some where). By the end of this trip we were navigating every source of public transport with no issue at all.
Finally, at a time that was not originally planned, we arrived at Park Guëll, well not really. We were near the park, but had to journey up a hill that would be considered a full day's workout in my book. Now, we were finally at Park Guëll.
We entered at the peak of the never-ending hill that had this jaw dropping view of Barcelona city. We ran into some characters on the way to this statue (did not get the name) that marks peak. Once guy stuck out to me (and probably everyone else there), I wish I got his name, but I am going to call him The Leopard, since he had on a full leopard print one piece.
This was an ex-rockstar turned street performer, with the musical ear of a deaf person (no offense to my deaf people out there). But his energy, along with his signature growl and air kiss made up for his poor musical performance. His partner in crime was a "artist" who drew a picture of us with the quickness, using colored Sharpies. For a quick doodle, the picture was somewhat accurate (he gave me a full beard and some long dreads, he can see the future).
After all the fun we had at the peak, it was time to go down and see the main attraction. The mosaic structures that Park Guëll is famously known for. Only there was a problem. There was an entrance fee. Since we were balling on a budget we decided to do what any smart tourist would do, hit the outskirts and see as much as we could. Even though we did not get to go in, we could still see the time consuming beauty of the mosaic structure Guadí created.
This trip took a number on my pockets, and my feet: and I am sure Madsen would agree. But nonetheless, this is how this gallery was created.
Tomorrow marks the last photo gallery day from this Barcelona adventure. Same place, same time (6 P.M EST U.S time/11 P.M U.K time). See you then.
Damon Mackin. 22 years of age. Mass Communications major at Shenandoah University 18'. Freelance Journalist/Photographer