The home was owned by the Batllo family, who wanted to show off their wealth by having Gaudi design something unusual and beautiful. He showed up, in his usual colorful and a bit eccentric way. My photos really don't do it justice, so click here for even more fantastic images.
We decided we were ready for dinner so we meandered along the boardwalk to find a restaurant. Each restaurant had a host standing out front trying to solicit business. Each restaurant except for Burger King, but boy did I have my mom laughing when I pretended (with my best Spanish accent) to make a sales pitch for why we should choose BK from amongst all the restaurants along the coast, using the same arguments we had heard thus far. Good times.
We had more tapas for dinner, we discovered that none of us like sardines, and I felt like a fool after I spent a ridiculous amount of time trying to figure out how to turn on the water in the bathroom. (Foot pedal.)
I really wanted to see the show at the Font Magica de Monjuic, and I kind of made a big deal about it, so we walked to a metro stop and rode a "train" (what's the word Dad?) up to the top of the hill. My problem sometimes is that I know just enough to think I know what I'm doing, only to realize I don't know enough. I knew the show was on Montjuic, what I didn't realize was that Monjuic is huge, and we were on the wrong side. The last show was at 11:00 and it was well past 10:00 so we got desperate and hailed a taxi. He was really nice and took us just where we needed to be. The show was great in some ways, but I think the Bellagio is better in other ways. We caught the end of one show and then stayed through most of the next show. It was a total throwback, the music included all kinds of 70s, 80s, and 90s American rock. Nostalgia is always a nice touch.
And that was another day in Barcelona, in the books.