Don't worry, be happy

The third and fourth days in Barcelona were better than the rest simply because we checked into the Hotel Pulitzer, a boutique hotel that made us feel like we were living in a modern art museum (as t describes it) or a crate and barrel (as I describe it). It smelled awesome everywhere, there's a rooftop bar, it was very affordable and right on la Placa de Catalyuna.

The third day we of course walked everywhere. It was officially Gaudi day for us so we went to see two of his sites: La Padrera and Casa Battlo. To be fair we only saw the Casa from the outside. It was also tapas day for us! I ate some clams, veal, and grilled calamari. We drank more sangria and cava. For dinner we decided to go back to La Fonda for their great paella and prices! This trip was special not only because it was just as good the second time but because we met a cute old irish couple from Cork. After chatting them up, we got up to leave. As we were walking to the staircase I noticed Macaulay Culkin sitting at a table right next to us on the way out. I tap T on the shoulder and try to mumble "macaulay culkin" and of course she said "what????". By the time she understood, she could only see the back of his head.

We went onto the Harlem Jazz Club, which was great. The percussionist was somewhat of the beatboxer and the band was from Cuba. T kept calling one of them Bobby McFerrin. After some great live music, we ventured back out to La Rambla to get home. That's when two of our waiters at LaFonda call out to us! Of course I had to verify with them that it was in fact the Mac at the restaurant, and they said "si, si, actor American!" and showed us pics they took with him on their camera phone... So it was a true celebrity sighting in Spain. We went to a Brazilian bar with them called Sugar and called it a night...

Day 4 was spent seeing our last Gaudi stop La Segrada Familia. We didn't end up paying to get in. We also tried arroz Negro (black squid ink rice) and went to a moules frites place called la muscleteria. The biggest thing we did that day was buy fabulous sandals! Apparently my size 35 foot is too small for Spanish shoes but I made myself fit into some 36-es. Best shoes ever in Spain. We spent the night at a random bar called Obama (true story) which had a great cover singer names Mel, also from Cuba. he was really into Dave Matthews, Thom Yorke, and Paul McCartney, but he did a Rick James song too! Of course the night came full circle when he asked T to sing a Celia Cruz song with him followed by "Don't Worry, Be Happy". Don't worry, I caught it on tape!