Showing posts with label parks. Show all posts
Showing posts with label parks. Show all posts

Saturday, November 1, 2008

More Gaudi, More Sun

Our last day in Barcelona, we went to Park Guell, another one of Gaudi's contributions to Barcelona's art and architecture scene.

We had unbelievable luck with the weather --- by now, we were freckled all over and adoring the sun!

Park Guell is hugely difference from Sagrada Familia, but you can tell it's Gaudi's work. Lots of seashell-inspired twists on conventions of his time.

These guys played "Fly Me to the Moon" and the Godfather theme while we squinted and applauded.

The whole park is lined with these tiled benches --- they're the perfect place to take a rest, leaning your back against the warm ceramic mosaic pieces.

A farewell view of the city we'd soon be leaving!

A very happy camper.

Sunday, October 12, 2008

Transatlanticism Much?

You know how sometimes you wake up in a bed and you're disoriented for a few seconds, trying to remember which side the wall is on and what day it is?

Wouldn't you think you were in D.C. if you saw that? No such luck. It's Phoenix Park, in northwest Dublin.

Being in D.C. sounds pretty good right about now. Anywhere but on this island, really. We're all getting cabin fever, I think --- but if we can survive midterm week, we'll be set for fall break, finally! It should be amazing. We're flying early Friday morning from Dublin to Barcelona, then spending five days there, then off to Florence, Rome, and Venice. I'm open and enthusiastic about any suggestions you have for me --- where must I eat? what can't I miss? what should I bring you back?

Tuesday, October 7, 2008






"New York is my Lourdes, where I go for spiritual refreshment...a place where you're least likely to be bitten by a wild goat."

- Brendan Behan

Sunday, October 5, 2008

Lazy Sunday

Today I saw this bird:trip on this grass:That's how dense and thick the grass is here! His little foot got all caught in the roots --- stepping and bobbing, munching on a crisp, stepping and bobbing...then WHAM! He's down for the count.


Can't you read, mister? They've got signs for a reason!

P.S. Yes, that's a Calder sculpture behind the sign. Such a eirephile am I that I completely forget to take pictures of it. Ta bron orm! Apologies!