On the 45-minute train ride there, my daughters wanted to hear a story again. I just finished reading The Coldest Winter Ever, by Sister Souljah, so I recounted Winter’s story to them. At the end, Tatiana asked why my stories don’t have happy endings. Good point. Perhaps I need to populate my reading list with some happier stories. There are some books in the apartment we are renting, so I will have a look at those.
Getting to Parc Guell was pretty easy. We took the train to Passeig de Gracia. I wanted to see just a bit of this famous street, renowned for its expensive shops. In the two blocks that we walked from the train station to the bus stop, we passed a Gucci shop, a Chanel shop and a Bulgari store. Clearly, the street lived up to its reputation. I also thought to myself that Winter Santiaga, the main character in The Coldest Winter Ever would have liked that street. I wanted to walk a bit more, but the girls had begun to complain, so we hopped on the #24 bus, which takes you all the way to Parc Guell.
You can also get to Parc Guell via the metro, but the bus has two advantages: 1) You can see all sorts of cool things outside the windows and 2) The bus takes you to the top of the park, and you walk down to see everything, whereas the metro takes you to the bottom of the hill and you have to walk up.
Parc Guell is a large green expanse, with amazing architectural and design highlights. I enjoyed admiring the mosaics and gardens. It was a bit crowded, however, which took away some of the charm. If I go again, I would arrive earlier in the morning, when, presumably, there are fewer people.
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