A wild Angie appears!

We woke up late (of course) and ran out of the hotel to make it to the airport before Angie landed. We hustled up the street until we went past a Starbucks, looked at eachother, slowed, and then turned around and went inside. Tracey ordered me something without coffee because she enjoys watching me suffer, and the lady at the bus made me throw the whole thing away because she's a monster.

By some miracle, Angie was standing at the exact same place we sent her a picture of when we arrived, despite us not taking into account terminal differences or....anything. yay!

[picture of airport: we had sent this to angie to let her know where to meet us when she flew in]

We dropped her luggage off at the hotel and started walking to find lunch/brunch/whatever it is they call it. I have a really bad habit of walking and walking until I find a place that "feels" right. Finally, we found such a place. We had sangria, and ordered meat pies and pasta. Or something. The important part is that these magical little fried things called croquetas showed up, and we saw the face of cheesus. A new mission was born: get croquetas a bare minimum of once a day for every day we are in spain (spoilier: accomplished). The waiter slapped my hands because when I poured the Sangria, I did it like a moron and spilled it everywhere. I was fired from pouring Sangria for the rest of the trip.

I just googled croquetas, found out they are also referred to as croquettes (and felt stupid, but I also feel like I knew this) and then found out they are a worldwide(!) thing. But then it went on to say in the US portion that on the east coast, crab cakes are "essentially" the same thing. I've had both, and that is a fucking lie and the writer should shut their whore mouth.

After the heat and sangria and fried foods and creepy grafitti, a siesta was in order.

[creeper]

I set the alarm for 4PM and we eventually made it out of the hotel at something like 6 or 7PM. When we had picked up angie, we noticed the Barcelona bus tour people hawking their pamphlets. I ignored them and kept going, but Angie had grabbed one. When we took our siesta, we looked at it and decided that it was actually a pretty good idea. We're lazy, short on time, the bus will show us everything we "have" to see, and then we could get back to the croquetas and sangria within two hours.  Plus, it is fairly cheap, one ticket pays for all tours, and you can get off and on as much as you want for two days. Done.

We opted for the RedLine tour first, because the kiosk lady told us to, and because you didn't really have to get off at any of the stops in order to see the sights (read: lazy). The BlueLine we planned for the next day because a lot of it requires you get off the bus and explore.

The bus tour turned out to be beyond worth it. They gave you (really painful shitty) headphones and you listened to them talk about the different landmarks. The rest of this post is a story in pictures.