Barcelona, Spain

Barcelona was one of my favorite places of the whole trip. We saw a fountain show, ate gourmet tapas and, best of all saw a soccer game. We heard about the game the day before it was going to happen. We decided that we probably wouldn’t have the chance to see a Barcelona soccer game again, so we bought tickets and went the next afternoon.

The game was amazing, even though it wasn’t much of a match. FCBarcelona was playing Osasuna. FCBarcelona at the time was 2^nd in their league. Osasuna was last in the league. It ended 7-1 with Barcelona winning and Osasuna getting their only goal from a penalty kick. We saw Messi score twice which was pretty cool. The energy

at the game was incredible. People were chanting almost constantly, and there was a lot of screaming and yelling. The little kid next to us was so exited he couldn’t sit still. When it was over we walked home because the subway had a line a mile long.

The next night we went to a fountain show. The one we saw was a fountain four times the size of a trampoline shooting jets of water 40 feet into the sky while it was lit up by colored spotlights with samples from songs playing in the background. It lasted about 25 minutes which was good, because we were sitting on stone steps, and my butt was getting sore.

On our last night we went to a restaurant called Gourmet Tapas by Sensi. Tapas are little appetizers that give you a lot of different flavors, so you have to get two or three to fill you up. I got a mini oxtail burger and a roast duck breast with mango chutney and truffeled mayo. It was incredible, and easily the best food we had in Europe. Since that didn’t fill me up we decided to walk a little ways down the street to get a gourmet hot dog. I got a hot dog topped with minced meat, guacamole, and mayo. After that we went back to the apartment and went to bed.

The next morning we got up and went to the airport. It was a crazy long flight back, and once we got back our car wouldn’t start. Luckily there was still someone around at 11 at night. We drove back to my grandparent’s house, and I fell asleep in about 30 seconds.

Once we woke up we drove home and started to get reoriented. The hardest part of being home was to accept that the trip was over. I know that Europe, and the rest of our trip is going to be an experience that will stay with me the rest of my life.