Yes, folks there is still more! Remember the title of the first post....well, we have not told you about the prostitutes yet......
Sunday dawned a little too early, considering we had gone to bed so late (check out Barcelona Part 2 if you have NOT been paying attention). Today was to be our day for heading to the fundacion Joan Miro, an art exhibition devoted to his works. The museum is located a little way outside of Barcelona, so we donned our walking shoes and headed off on foot. After a long slog up hill, we finally arrived there, hot and sweaty about an hour later. We joined the enormous line and waited to get in. After a quick question about whether we could pay with a credit card we finally entered the exhibition. For those of you who are not familiar with the works of Miro, I highly recommend that you check out some of his works on the web. To put it bluntly, it´s weird shit. I am doing a study on his works for my art history class while I am over here, and I have been having a really hard time getting to grips with it. Still, undaunted, I slogged through the museum trying to explain some of the images to James. I was frustrated that the works were not seemingly in any particular order as the book I had been reading dealt with Miro from a chronological perspective. Still, it was intersting and although his work makes my head explode, I do feel that I am slowly getting there. The constellation period has to be my favourite so far.
After the exhibition we decided that we need to get away from culture for abit, so we headed to the Barcelona sea front! Being a sunday, there were market stalls, and squillions of people everywhere. We stopped off at an ice cream store and watched the world go by for a few hours. It was a beautiful afternoon, and just sitting on the seafront made me realise how lucky we are to be able to experience all of the things we have been doing.
Dinner that night was to be a real treat. While walking up and donw Las Ramblas we had discovered a pizza restaurant called Pizza Marzano. I had noticed that the logo bore a marked resemblance to Pizza Express, my favourite Pizza restaurant in the world. We had popped inside and asked the question¨"Are you part of Pizza Express?". With a big smile, the concierge had replied yes, so we had decided to eat there as a treat. "Wot" , I hear you say? We went to Barcelona and ate pizza? Yes, sad but true. But it´s not any old Pizza. Those of you who have eaten there before will know that, and it was a real treat to be able to have it. We headed there about 8pm and had a super meal, sitting near the windows, where we could watch the world outside. We also had a great view of the whole inside of the restaurant, so naturally we satthere critiquing everyone else as well! After all, what else is there to do?!
After dinner we just wandered off down some side streets. We still fancied a drink, and eventually we stumbled across a small wine bar (fancy that!) and headed inside. We took a table in a corner, next to a small hen party, for which I offered to take a few picture for with their cameras, and settled in for the evening. After about 1 hour, we decided that we wanted to move to a different table, which had a little more room. Having embedded ourselves there, the next thing that happened was a group of women rushing into the bar to ask for help from the bar staff. It seems that one of the group had fallen prey to one of Barcelonas many handbag/purse snatchers. This particular lady in question had had someone cut the bag strap with a craft knife while it was on her, and they had succeded in cutting her clothes to ribbons at the same time. I really felt for the group as the lady had lost everything. I am guessing that her passport was also now gone too. It's such a horrible thing to have happen to them and I do hope that they managed to get through such an awful time.
After leaving, we took a final stroll down towards our hostel. As we walked, James was approached by a prostitute who, uttering the words "Shaggy Shaggy", proceeded to rub her hands across his groin and the front of his trousers. He protested, and pointed to me and told her in Spanish that he was gay and not interested. She then left James and turned her charms to me. As she was rubbing my crotch, a companion of hers appeared on my other side and started rubbing too. I have to say that this was fairly alarming and I started to pull away, swearing at them. The two of them then linked arms with me and started to walk with me down the street. Suddenly I felt a movement in my front trouser pocket. I snatched my arms away from my paramours, only to see a hand snaking it's way into the top of my right front trouser pocket - where my wallet was, underneath a stuffing of tissues to try and protect it. While the first two ladies had been holding my arms, a third accomplice had come up behind and was attempting to pickpocket me. Well, as you can imagine I was less than happy and shook them off and swore and yelled at them all as only I can do when I am angry. They ran off denying everything and we returned to our hostel.
It was only later that we started to put the pieces together. When they had been rubbing James' crotch they had been looking to see if his wallet was there. It was not, as he had it inside his fleece pocket. That was when they came to me, and the rest of the story you know. I think it was quite likely that they were not in fact prostitutes, but in fact just very clever "dippers". I consider myself very lucky that I had stuffed my pocket with tissues, though I will find somewhere else to keep my wallet next time.
That brings us to Monday, which was our last day. We took in the outside of two more Gaudi buildings, the Casa Batllo and the Casa Milla, and spent out final afternoon lounging in the park and dozing. At 6pm it was back on the train to the airport and back to Menorca! After arriving back at Mahon airport, we picked up the scooter from the parking lot and headed home. It was a great trip, educational - in more ways than one, and a huge amount of fun. I hope that we maybe have the opportunity to head back again soon!
So there you have all the gory details. Next event on our radar is the arrival of Jane, my sister on Friday. I am trying to get all my school work completed by then so that I don't have to worry about it while she is here. And I have to take pictures! Watch this space then, and I will post sometime next week!
Big love to all,
D&J
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