you cant spell gauderiffic without gaudi

i knew spaniards had a tough upper lip, but i never thought they also had an equally tough roof of their mouth. the caustic crust on the french bread sanwiches are tearing my mouth apart... but they are delicious...

in a jetlagged haze yesterday, we visited sagrada familia and i was grossly disappointed... but today, with those 18 hrs of sleep under my belt i mandated to my sister that we visit casa batllo. a-fricken-mazin! gaudi is, in fact, the genio that i knew him to be. everywhere you looked was beautiful... wood carved doors, stain glass room dividers, swirled ceilings, window handles that clung to your hand. by far, my favorite was the dining room overlooking a mosaic balcony. (it was the perfect tour= i was blown away by the beauty and creative expression. susie was impressed with its structural solidity and the engineering aspects of the tour). as we left my mind quickly flipped through its rolo-dex of ideas, looking for the million dollar screen play which would allow me to build a house like that.

eating dinner on la rambla, we ran into the airport couple who was flying our itinery. (mama was big-city demanding and always checking in to make sure they would make their connection to barcelona.) if susie and i were more social, we would have asked them to dine with us. but being engineers and computer guys, we sighed when they kept walking.

exiting the subway on the way home, i saw a second amaing builing: an office park built on stilts above a pool of water.

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