When we kickstarted our voyage back in April, the thing that excited me most about traveling back to Barcelona was seeing the mark of Antoni Gaudi once again.
The great thing about Barcelona is it has two distinct faces: the angular, austere side of the downtown high-rises and the whimsical side of modernism touting the work of one of the world’s greatest architects in his iconic Parc Guell. On day one, we explored the former, spending time in the plazas and frolicking among the tall facades that housed designer labels, museums and the like, and watching my dad challenge his college fraternity brother to a late-night skipping contest around the fountains.But day two was all about the latter.
Now, I’m far from an architecture buff—in fact, I know nothing about the subject other than what I enjoy and what I dislike—but something about Gaudi’s childlike whimsy evokes my love for fairytales and Disney movies.
First of all, if someone tells you it’s just an eight-minute walk from the closest metro stop, don’t believe them. It was closer to 30, and a steep, calf-burning walk at that. I wouldn’t have cared so much were I not escorting a 72-year-old woman who wasn’t prepared for the hike. I eventually left her behind (upon her request) to rest to climb the rest of the way up.
When I reached the entrance—admission was free, but it looks like they’re working on changing that—it was an absolute madhouse, even on a rainy, dismal day. For those who have never been, take your photo and get out—or rather, get up.