december 21st, 2008.
Clarissa. 21. London. King's College MA Student. Taking my mum to Barcelona for a minibreak instead of writing soul-destroying essays.
December 21st, and my first ADIML, though i've been lurking and planning on doing one for over a year now. Such fail!
Ugh. Awakeness!! So not alright.
Actually 8:46 if i'm still thinking in London time...
At this point I realise that without my flash on, standing in the bathroom is a lot like standing in a dark void of nothingness.
And the closest pile of clothing is...
View from 1907!
The very lush hotel breakfast buffet would have cost 24 Euros, had the hotel actually remembered to put it on my bill...
Hanging in the lobby and waiting for the courtesy bus into the city centre, with my belly full of expensive-but-free breakfast.
It might seem that my mother has been on The Drink rather early in the day, but no. I'd just done a rather convincing Fawlty Towers 'Don't Mention The War' sketch in the middle of the bus and probably offended loads of people I hadn't realised were sitting at the back.
Sagrada Familia time!
Supposedly according to the tourist bus audio, that cone-shaped building is one of the 'Defining Landmarks' for which Barcelona is known. WELL. I think you'll find that it is a smaller less cool replica of the extremely iconic 30 St Mary Axe/Swiss Re Building here in London!
Gaudi said it'd take "several generations" to finish the Sagrada Familia. If we could somehow persuade a bunch of celebrities to donate maybe £1 million each (considering the sheer amount of multimillionaires out there who could single-handedly bail out the entire WORLD from the Credit Crunch, this isn't asking much) surely it could be finished in a much shorter time and make the world a better place?
Having walked around the Sagrada Familia roof for hours, it's clearly time for cappucino and icecream. CLEARLY.
Hold on for dear life on the Tramvia Blau. Especially if you don't have a seat.
Me and the Old Mum.
Let's put the 'Fun' in Funicular!
A rather random Church at the top of Tibidabo... my mum rather likes taking me on Grand Church Tours in the hope it'll inject a little religion into me. For the record, there were NO ANGELS WITH BLUE TIES AND TRENCHCOATS in any of the many churches I was exposed to. Nor any Holy Tax Accountants. Very disappointing.
Love a good view...
At the top of Tibidabo, between the Giant Mountain Church and the Crazy Spanish Funfair, we found a restaurant which was themed remarkably like a Colonial African Hunting Lodge... with safari trucks, gazelle heads mounted on the walls, canoes, tribal shields and spears, animal pelts, and rather politically incorrect paintings.
Since it was freezing up Tibidabo, I ordered an Irish Coffee. My order was Lost in Translation and I received an Irish Coffee (Hold The Coffee).
Time is flying...
Paella time?
It looked suspiciously like a strip joint from the outside...
Time check! 20:30, and the show is about to start.
A totes emo spaniard.
FLAMENCO TIME!! Ole.
We were supposed to believe they were in love. Well that guy was in love with HIMSELF.
Ahhhhh bed.
Looking like a freak who's just washed their hair.
Time check. Hello there BBC World News!
A bit of the ol' Thewlis before bed? Why are some people so ridiculously talented? Why can people act AND write novels? How does a person write a novel in the first place? So many questions. Oh Thewlis.
Normally this would be obscenely early for me but... so tired. And I have purposely left my laptop in London and NOT brought it on holiday, so nothing will distract me from sleep.
Don't let the bed bugs bite.
December 21st, and my first ADIML, though i've been lurking and planning on doing one for over a year now. Such fail!
Ugh. Awakeness!! So not alright.
Actually 8:46 if i'm still thinking in London time...
At this point I realise that without my flash on, standing in the bathroom is a lot like standing in a dark void of nothingness.
And the closest pile of clothing is...
View from 1907!
The very lush hotel breakfast buffet would have cost 24 Euros, had the hotel actually remembered to put it on my bill...
Hanging in the lobby and waiting for the courtesy bus into the city centre, with my belly full of expensive-but-free breakfast.
It might seem that my mother has been on The Drink rather early in the day, but no. I'd just done a rather convincing Fawlty Towers 'Don't Mention The War' sketch in the middle of the bus and probably offended loads of people I hadn't realised were sitting at the back.
Sagrada Familia time!
Supposedly according to the tourist bus audio, that cone-shaped building is one of the 'Defining Landmarks' for which Barcelona is known. WELL. I think you'll find that it is a smaller less cool replica of the extremely iconic 30 St Mary Axe/Swiss Re Building here in London!
Gaudi said it'd take "several generations" to finish the Sagrada Familia. If we could somehow persuade a bunch of celebrities to donate maybe £1 million each (considering the sheer amount of multimillionaires out there who could single-handedly bail out the entire WORLD from the Credit Crunch, this isn't asking much) surely it could be finished in a much shorter time and make the world a better place?
Having walked around the Sagrada Familia roof for hours, it's clearly time for cappucino and icecream. CLEARLY.
Hold on for dear life on the Tramvia Blau. Especially if you don't have a seat.
Me and the Old Mum.
Let's put the 'Fun' in Funicular!
A rather random Church at the top of Tibidabo... my mum rather likes taking me on Grand Church Tours in the hope it'll inject a little religion into me. For the record, there were NO ANGELS WITH BLUE TIES AND TRENCHCOATS in any of the many churches I was exposed to. Nor any Holy Tax Accountants. Very disappointing.
Love a good view...
At the top of Tibidabo, between the Giant Mountain Church and the Crazy Spanish Funfair, we found a restaurant which was themed remarkably like a Colonial African Hunting Lodge... with safari trucks, gazelle heads mounted on the walls, canoes, tribal shields and spears, animal pelts, and rather politically incorrect paintings.
Since it was freezing up Tibidabo, I ordered an Irish Coffee. My order was Lost in Translation and I received an Irish Coffee (Hold The Coffee).
Time is flying...
Paella time?
It looked suspiciously like a strip joint from the outside...
Time check! 20:30, and the show is about to start.
A totes emo spaniard.
FLAMENCO TIME!! Ole.
We were supposed to believe they were in love. Well that guy was in love with HIMSELF.
Ahhhhh bed.
Looking like a freak who's just washed their hair.
Time check. Hello there BBC World News!
A bit of the ol' Thewlis before bed? Why are some people so ridiculously talented? Why can people act AND write novels? How does a person write a novel in the first place? So many questions. Oh Thewlis.
Normally this would be obscenely early for me but... so tired. And I have purposely left my laptop in London and NOT brought it on holiday, so nothing will distract me from sleep.
Don't let the bed bugs bite.