Day two in Barcelona started late. I walked across the city, down the river, through the Barri Gotic district and to the Cuitadella Park. This took me by Barcelona’s famous Catedral and fruit markets.
Going through the city, I ran into yet another protest march. This makes for my third city in the past month or so--Frankfurt and London being the first two. I'll be happy to be home before any real violence starts--because the climate seems to be heading that way, at least in places over here (and we've only heard bad news from across the pond).
Then, I realized the true value of travelling alone. I came to the Barcelona Zoo…and there was no one to stop me from going in. I would have skipped about in joyous freedom if my blisters didn’t already have blisters.
I also saw my first dolphin show.
On the way back to Las Ramblas I stopped at a tapas bar, because I was in Spain, and that’s what people do, right? Well, everything was delicious, but I discovered that sangria gives me terrible migraines, so I was down for the count until late that night.
Luckily, I recovered in time for my flamenco show. The space was small, but the crew obviously knew each other well, and it felt intimate instead of crowded. I was pretty glad to be in the second row, though, when the iconic big skirts came out and people started getting whipped in the face.
We were allowed to photograph only this final dance. It was all very beautiful, although apparently in Spain it is the tradition to always look angry while dancing.
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