Last Day in Spain

My last day in Spain took me on a trip on the funicular and telerifico (aka gondola) up to Parc de Montjuïc, the location of the 1992 Barcelona Olympic games. There were amazing views of the city and the country’s largest port. A lunch of cider, olives, calamari, and fried mussels at Bar del Pi right by my hotel in Plaça de Pi topped off the afternoon. By the end of my meal I had learned how to
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Biking Barcelona

My day began with a nice four hour bike ride through the heart of Barcelona with Fat Tire Bike Tours. I highly recommend the tour. It was relaxing (despite those who didn’t really know how to ride a bike and kept running into me), entertaining, humorous, and educational. I only wish I had tried out the bike tours in other cities I visited. After, I decided a visit to Museu Picasso was in order. Definitely not worth the
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A Sunny Day in Valencia

The day started early with dreams of basking in the sun on Playa de El Saler, one of the beaches outside of Valencia. First, I decided I would hit La Ciudad de Las Artes y Las Ciencias (The City of the Arts and Sciences) and specifically the Oceanogràfic (aquarium, which I missed in Lisbon). It is the largest cultural center in Europe and was designed by Santiago Calatrava and Félix Candela. It features buildings surrounded by water, blue and white
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Lost in Seville

I really love not having a plan for each and every thing I do on vacation. Seville was no different. Given that it is extraordinarily easy to get lost in Seville, that’s exactly what I did. I bought a postcard of this picture shortly before stumbling upon the actual location, Muse de Rates y Costumbres Populares. [][2] And then there is the amazingly ginormous Plaza de Espana. [][6] [2]: http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennapederson/6151374024 / [6]: http
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Sangria in Madrid

The best part of my first morning in Madrid was walking down a cobblestone road with an old guy singing at the top of his lungs on his way to work, church bells ringing in the background, and the delicious smells of a chocolate shop floating through the air. Shortly thereafter, I exhaused my third grade Spanish while trying to get my Metro card fixed. I almost had to resort to tenth grade French. Spent part of the afternoon meandering
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