Patates Braves and Cacaolat?

Those of you who have been to Barcelona will understand what I mean. For those of you who don't, let me explain: fried potato cubes with a really spicy sauce (spicier than anything else I've tried here!) does NOT go with a scalding chocolate milk drink. At all. And no, this time I wasn't the one that ordered this er... rare and unique combination. A group of friends and I headed down to Barcelona last Sunday to visit the new exposition on "Etruscan Princes." There are two very different museums down in Bcn: the CaixaForum, and the CosmoCaixa. One is a science museum, the other is not. We wanted the "other" one. I still have no idea which is which--note to self: that will be bad in the future--but we traveled to both.

Taking the train from our stop in the backwoods to the center of Bcn, we all met up at the Pigeon Plaza (code names, hehe) after stopping by at Dunkin' Donuts. After actually receiving instructions from a lady at the train info desk (BAD IDEA. We forgot. We paid the price) we then took a different type of train down to then end of the only one of seven lines that did not stop where we had originally intended to get off. Strike one. We reached the end of the line, got off, and walked around. We walked UP a hill, and waited at a bus stop for 15 minutes, until a er... friendly gentleman stopped staring at us girls (luckily we had a guy friend with us, so we all kind of moved closer to him, hehe, poor guy) long enough to tell us that we were at the wrong museum. Yes siree! We were at the science museum. On the other side of the city. Now, the "other side of town" doesn't matter much where I live, but in Bcn it makes a BIG difference. So, we scuttled down the hill once again, dove back into the train, went all the way to where we had started out (Pigeon Plaza ;D) and went back out into the light. We then wiggled our way back down underground, to take the Metro (after buying tickets... never a good idea to have a group of er... thrifty girls have to pay for that many extra tickets, hehe) after having received a lead on where we were really supposed to go.
Stopping just long enough to take a rather sqwashed picture of us in a photo booth (they can hardly fir 4 people, we discovered. And of course, a normal frame isn't good enough for us, so, thanks to the impatience of one of us, we ended up with a creepy Ronald McDonald type clown saying "Feliz Cumpleaños". Go figure.), we caught the metro to wherever it was. We get off, we walk upstairs. Blinding light, but no museum. Lo and behold, there was a tourist info center. The fun thing about going to Bcn is being able to act like an incurably gringo-ish tourist. Gotta love it~ So, I asked for directions in English, watched the person squirm with uneasiness, and asked him random questions. :D He gave us a map and everything! Finally, now we were armed and dangerous, and on a mission. We walk a couple blocks, and find the museum. "What a frabjuous day! Callooh! Callay!" We walk inside, take a picture of all of us in front of the sign, and walk back out. Why? Because we were HUNGRY. We left home around 9 in the morning, we finally arrived at the RIGHT museum around 3pm. Yeah. We waltzed around for a while, and decided on a random bar (aka, cafe). Here is where my friend made her brilliant order of Patates braves and a really hot Cacaolat. We had fun :)

The rest of the day was much less exciting. Ok, I take it back. The Etruscan expo was amazing! (The two of us that love ancient cultures were positively oogling and drooling over some of the stuff :D Ah, its good to have friends that look as ridiculously happy as you do in front of a faded and beaten up chunk of stone...) We got home without further adventures (other than getting lost on the train, and having a hard time figuring out just which train would actually take us home, and some random guy staring at one of my friends shamelessly for the longest time--where are your guy friends when you need them the most? On a different train, of course!). But no, no more adventures :D
Cheerio~