This is the first time this show has come to Germany, after having already shown worldwide in places like Moscow and Tel Aviv. Before last Sunday's premier there was much speculation in the German press as to whether a musical with dancing Nazis and singing Hitler, staged in one of the theaters where Adolf had a "Führer's Box" installed for his personal viewing, would sit well with a German audience. Apparently it's gone over just fine, though I will have to see for myself in a bit.
Back to Spain!
On Friday we were rather rudely awoken at around 7:00 AM by one of our roommates, a very very drunk and rude French fellow. He stumbled into the room, red Spanish beer in hand, and started laughing at the top of his lungs at one of the other guys in the room who was noticeably very overweight. Someone else ran to get the front desk person but by the time he arrived our French friend had passed out. Ridiculous.
We didn't have a room in the hostel for later that night but they very nicely allowed us to stow our stuff in their locker room while we spent more time in the city and figured out what we would do later.
In the meantime we decide to venture south and check out a ridge along the southern coast of the city. We found these along the way:
This was once the Bullfighting Ring. They don't really do that here anymore; it's probably a soccer stadium now.
The 1992 Summer Olympics were held nearby. This was the torch:
Our ultimate destination was, however, the Catalan Art Museum, shown here:
Like most other old and impressive buildings in Europe, this one was paradoxically under construction.
Inside we saw art! It was way to big and closed to early for us to see all that it had to offer, unfortunately. Brad liked this a lot:
I think it was something along the line of "Baby Jesus Triumphs Over Death".
I was most impressed with the random auditorium/gladiator ring at the back of the museum. It was huge:
Maybe they have concerts there.
Artsy!
View from the steps of the museum. As I mentioned earlier, it sits on a ridge/hill.
We wandered back to town to eat and make plans for later. On the way we found another Gaudi:
We met up with our Canadian friends one last time for dinner before we ran off to our new "lodgings".
I say "lodgings" because our plan was an interesting one. The next day we intended to visit a town well north of Barcelona and to do so we needed to catch a 9:00 bus from the Girona airport, from whence we came. To get to Girona we needed to leave at around 2 hours ahead of time from Barcelona. With these times in mind and knowing how easy it is to stay up until 3:00 or 4:00 in the morning in Spain (at least!) we decided it might be interesting to catch a few hours of sleep on the beach. That's right, we decided to sleep on the beach.
In late summer, when the evenings are warm and the days are warmer, this would have been really awesome. It certainly was interesting, but it was very cold. This was me:
The real problem was the cold sand, which pulled a lot of heat from the body. Luckily, we only intended to sleep there for 2 hours. I can generally sleep on most anything and this evening further proved that point.
Sure, it sounds a little dangerous and fairly stupid, but we were in it for the adventure. We also made a point of locking all our valuables in the safe at the hostel, which we could access at any time, and thus had nothing of value on us as we slept there that night. We're also three big guys, one of whom, Mang-git, works out spars all the time. Dangerous, maybe, but we were at least mildly prepared. Regardless, during the night Brad awoke to a weaselly little Spanish man feeling his pockets to see if he had anything worth stealing. Of course he didn't. Brad and Mang-git both ran this guy off with little trouble. I, of course, slept through it all.
We left the beach at 5:00 or so to collect our bags and catch a bus out of town.
The pictures for tomorrow are great! Just wait.
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