Segundo Dia en Barcelona

Barcelona- the city that doesn't sleep.  For a girl that loves her solid 8 hrs, this was quite the adjustment. We woke up at around 8 and made our way to the local cafe.  The streets were deserted.  We had cappuccinos on the mediterranean, watching, as the city began its slow, leisurely start to the day.  No one was rushing about; coffees, here, are to be sipped slowly and savored. Minute by minute, the city came back to life, the nights previous excitement behind it.  

The mediterranean is beautiful, the water clear and cool.  We took some time to sun on the beach. Being a hotspot for locals and tourist alike, the beach was crowded with people, all speaking a different language.  

We had lunch at a local cafe near the beach.  They presented us with bread and olives to munch on while waiting to order.  The sangria was the best we have had thus far.  We had a tomato based salad and croquettas.  The mussels and paella being eaten at a nearby table looked amazing.  

Later we headed out to explore and enjoy our last night.  It was San Juan Day in Barcelona, and the Spanish never miss an opportunity to celebrate.  Live music, fireworks, dancing...what an evening.  We ventured over to La Rambla, the most famous street in the city.  This was a lively scene.  I bought some artwork; Mercedes purchased some local bracelets.  This area is filled with culture, history, and life! Although we went to bed around 1, in an effort to be rested for our train to Madrid this morning, the fireworks and celebration outside the apartment didn't cease until 6:30 am.  We are tired, but looking forward to meeting up with Mercedes' aunt this afternoon. 

Next stop Madrid.