Día Dos in BCN

It's 3:56am in Barcelona and everybody's winding down for the night so I'm gonna toss some seemingly random pictures from this day below, go to sleep and then write about them all when I wake up tomorrow afternoon.

Update: It is mañana in Spain.

Yesterday we slept in until almost noon and then went and had breakfast at a tiny, off-the-beaten-path restaurant called Granja M. Viader that's been around for like a hundred years. We ordered café con leches, hot meat and cheese sandwiches, a cheese plate and bread with tomato sauce on it.

We did not photograph breakfast.

After brunch we headed to Park Güell to get familiar with the sublime architecture of Antoni Gaudí before we take on the Sagrada Família this afternoon. The park was originally planned as a private housing community but construction was halted in 1914 because of a reason I can't remember. The park was basically like walking into the brain of Dr. Seuss.

After we'd had our fill of Park Güell we hiked up to the top of Gaudi's Three Crosses to watch the sunset. The light at sunset in Barcelona is em effing speculator (like, Provincetown good) so we posed for one million pictures.

The six of us grabbed a meal at a Mexican restaurant on our way down from Gaudi's crosses and then popped into a jazz club for beers.

From there we took a very long walk to a tourist-centric bar at the waterfront called Espit Chupitos that features a massive, black-lit menu containing something like six hundred different alcoholic shot options.

I took my sweet time choosing.

Then, at the recommendation of Danielle via FaceTime, I decided on a Harry Potter-themed shot called Espit Potter which was served on fire.

Bryan, Jessica and Lauren all headed home after the shots while Hilary, Mary and I hunted down a trendy new establishment called Pastrami Bar.

It's basically a pastrami sandwich counter that has a false fridge in the wall that opens to a secret speakeasy that serves up incredible cocktails.

I ordered a drink called The Great Gatsby that came with cheese in it. The waitress brought it out covered in a terrarium that was filled with smoke.

Hilary's drink came served in an actual seashell delivered in a leather treasure chest accompanied by a cup of flaming rosemary needles.

I forgot what Mary ordered cuz, comparatively, the production value blew.

Adiós.