Stockholm Week 11-2: Marvelous Days in Barcelona!!!
Barcelona post is finally here!
Let's get started right away, starting with my flight to Barcelona.
3/27 Wed: Park Güell.ᐟ.ᐟ.ᐟ
It was my second 6 am flight and I knew the drills. Night bus, Flygbussarna, airport.
We safely landed in Barcelona and arrived at our hotel to store our luggage before the check-in.
Our neighborhood was so cute
The first event I scheduled was the guided tour at Park Güell.
On the way up the steep hills, I stopped to get the first gelato in Spain. He let me taste three different flavors before choosing - my pick was Strawberry 🍓
I didn’t know I signed up for hiking—walking up all those stairs made me go out of breath. However, the view from the top of the hill was magnificent.
Birds were greeting us when we finally arrived at the entrance. They were so cute < 3
The guide explained the meanings and purpose behind the structures and architecture. Gaudi’s use of geography and geometry was intricate to the point that it was unreal.
I walked around for another hour or so to capture everything before I leave
The guide told us that there is no official documentation of Gaudi, just assumptions formulated around his work. Therefore, the tour gave me a sneak peek into Gaudi’s alleged thoughts and life.
While we waited for our two other friends to arrive in Barcelona, we walked around La Rambla at night. I couldn’t capture it but it was so alive and attractive. I stopped by multiple shops and got postcards for 1 euro each!
After walking to the end of the road, we stopped by the port.
It would’ve been a cute fountain if a stream of water came out from its mouth
All four of us united for dinner at 10 pm. The paella we ordered was huge -- we were glad that we didn’t order two since it would've taken us hours to finish it.
Delicious chicken paella!
3/28 Thu: Casa Batlló, Picasso Museum, Shôko
In the morning, we all met up outside of Casa Batlló. As tourists, we didn’t forget to take a billion photos.
The building looked like it was flowing because of the shapes that were used
We moved on to Sagrada Familia, where my two friends had a tour scheduled. I had my guided tour booked for Saturday, so I stayed outside and took more pictures in front of Sagrada Familia.
It’s scheduled to finish construction by 2034, but that’s if EVERYTHING goes well
While my two friends were busy doing the tour, we went to the beach area and rested there for a bit before heading to try our first menu del dia at the restaurant called Granja Los Amigos. Menu del dia is a cheap Spanish course lunch where you typically get a first meal, a second meal, and a dessert of your choice with drinks on the side. The flan at this place was so good that I scraped the dish after I ate all of it -- and I don’t even like flan/puddings!
This was 12 euros for me!
Picasso Museum was our next destination. We got in for 7 euros per person (youth price!) and it was totally worth it. Observing thousands of Picasso’s authentic artworks was an experience.
I did not know but Picasso had a lot of connections with Barcelona: he studied here and met many Spanish artists during his stay. Picasso continuously donated his works to Barcelona!
Afterward, we walked around the vicinity (terrace and cathedrals everywhere) and ate nonstop. Tacos at Rosa Negra (highly recommend), authentic churros, concluding with a drink at night club Shoko. Shoko was located right next to the beach, so we didn’t miss the chance for a walk on the beach too!
I spy… Jiwoo edition
3/29 Fri: Barcelona Beach + Sunset at Carmel Bunkers, Razzmatazz
Friday morning started with a restaurant failing us for the first time -- Quimet & Quimet was a tapas place I really wanted to go to, but it was closed when we got there. I fully trusted Google Maps but Google did not know that they were closed during the Easter weekend :(
So we went straight to the beach and ate brunch there. The vibes and the food were both great!
There was a flea market going on along the beach. As a raven that likes shiny things, I could not pass without buying a bracelet and a ring :)
We sat on the beach for a while and proceeded to get drinks to relax even more.
Yum yum
Even though it was a bit chilly with the wind in late March, Playa de la Barceloneta was packed with people.
We could stare at the beach for hours and hours if it wasn’t for the wind trying to freeze us
After absorbing all the sunlight we couldn’t get in Stockholm, we moved on to Bunkers del Carmel. It is a popular spot for sunset and night views of Barcelona. Watching the graceful sunset and gradual illumination by the city lights was something I didn’t know I needed. We were so sad that we couldn’t stay past 7:30 pm (the police kicked everyone out), but we got a glimpse of Barcelona at night as we walked downhill.
Bunkers del Carmel is a must-visit place in Barcelona!!! Don’t forget to bring a jacket though! It gets cold at night
The last event of the night was visiting Razzmatazz, but it wasn’t as good as we thought it would be. But the tickets included a free drink, so we took advantage of that :)
It was so big that we got lost a couple of times - we could go into any room in the two three-story buildings
3/30 Sat: Boqueria Market and Sagrada Familia
And the morning of the highlight of my Barcelona trip has come.
For brunch, we visited Mercado de la Boqueria. They mainly sold fresh fruits, seafood, jamón, and snacks. I tried fresh mango, chocolate-covered strawberries, pastry, empanadas, and octopus (this was the best).
I can say for certain that you’ll find at least one thing you like in that market.
I had a guided tour of La Sagrada Familia at 1 pm, so I ran (took the metro) to get there on time. The guide explained everything in and out, from the meaning of the colors to the sculptures. All I can say is that Gaudi was a talented genius who even worked hard for his passions.
Please please please do the guided tours if you’re visiting La Sagrada Familia! It was definitely worth the price for me
After the tour, I stayed for an hour or so more in the church. I walked around and sat down in the church, constantly getting fascinated by its beauty.
We sat at the beach (again) until we got hungry. We walked around, got some snacks, and stopped by their Airbnb to charge our phones.
For dinner, we went to a restaurant called El Tros de la Rambla. We got two seafood paellas and GOSH it was the BEST meal I’ve had SINCE I CAME TO EUROPE. It was beyond delicious -- they must’ve done something to that cause I would eat it for breakfast, lunch, and dinner if possible. I loved it so much that I decided to leave a review on Google Maps, but Google declined my review because it thought I got incentivized to write a fake review(...)
It was that good!
Following our successful meal, the last gelato in Spain was successful as well. We arrived at Gianduia, the 4.9-star gelato place, 10 minutes before the closing time but the worker was so nice (•̥̥̥ᴗ•̥̥̥)
Objectively best gelato place in Spain -- strawberry and yogurt mwah
We sat on the steps of the cathedral, listening to people singing in the alleys, eating our gelato, and taking our time to feel the festive atmosphere of Spain.
3/31 Sun: Barcelona to Malta~~~
I was writing this blog in Stockholm Airport, waiting to get on the plane to Malta.
I woke up early this morning to pack everything and go to the airport. If you’re using Uber in Spain, there is a mandatory 15-minute waiting time before getting assigned to a driver so beware if you’re in a hurry!
Instead of Uber, I used an app called Freenow (usually cheaper than Uber) to travel from and to the airport.
We got through the security check quite quickly: I realized that not having a line for passport checks extremely cuts down the waiting time.
For breakfast, I ate a Caesar salad with a Mango passion fruit chia smoothie at the airport. I didn’t expect them to be good but they were scrumptious!
After the 3.5-hour flight, I arrived at ARN airport in Stockholm. I booked an evening/night flight to Malta, so I just had to wait in the airport for a couple of hours. This was why I brought a backpack and a carry-on. Although my friends made fun of me for bringing so many clothes, I knew I was going to thank myself later in Malta.
I enjoyed Barcelona and speaking rusty Spanish from high school. In the airport, I could sense that I was going to fall in love with Malta as well.
Check out ups and downs of my solo travel in Malta in my next post!
Gracias,
Jiwoo Kim
Chemical Engineering
DIS Study Abroad in Stockholm, Sweden
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e pare stella che tramuti loco - chapter eight
Notes: Technically speaking, this is the last regular chapter, since the next one is an epilogue. I’m fine. Really. This is fine. The epilogue feels like another regual chapter anyway. I’m really fine.
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2034
BAZ
My family dresses up nicely, if I may say so. And I may. We’re at our Easter’s best, which is needed since it’s actually Easter. Simon, Rosemary and I are all wearing flowered suits. Usually, that’s my forte, but Simon got a flowered suit from Daphne years ago in another attempt to not look homophobic. He hates it, so he only wears it when Daphne’s around. Rosemary’s is custom made for her and I know my father hates the fact that she’s not in a dress, but he’s decent enough to not comment on it.
We don’t always go home to England for Easter, but Ms. Snow planned a visit so we decided to join her and do Easter with the family in England. Some countries have two Easter days, so we do that as well. It’s now Easter Sunday and I’m with my family in Hampshire. Martin Bunce and his team of researchers created a spell that would close a dead spot (I put my thing down, flip it and reverse it), so my parents and siblings moved back for my parents’ early retirement. I have to begrudgingly admit that I love this estate. Now that I am no longer an angsty teen, I can appreciate it more.
It’s a family affair. The three of us are here. Mordelia just broke up with her girlfriend, so she’s on her own. Mordelia being a lesbian is one of the greatest gifts that the universe could gift me and my father couldn’t do anything about it because he was already a declared changed man! (One queer kid is something he can handle, but two?) But the twins did bring their partners. They’re only twenty-two but they want everything at once. They remind me of Penelope in that sense. Petra’s already pregnant! Swithin didn’t come home for Easter since he’s swamped with exams and honestly, he probably made the right choice. That’s what I realise when Fiona, Nicodemus and Luigi walk in. Fiona and Luigi clean up nicely, since they make some effort, but Nicodemus looks as dreadful as usual.
“Be nice,” Simon whispers.
“Yes, babbo, be nice,” Rosemary says in the exact same serious tone and it cracks me up. She’s starting to act so much like Simon. Yes, nature is an important part of a child’s development, but don’t underestimate the power of nurture.
It calms Simon’s nerves, though. They’re still there, I know that they are. Sometimes in the darkest days, he confides them with me, as if I don’t know. And then I tell him that sometimes, sometimes, I still am afraid of turning into my father.
But Rosemary adores us.
That’s why she insisted on this custom suit. She knows that I wear a lot of roses and when she found Simon’s suit in the back of our dresser, she proudly exclaimed that she needed one too.
“Oh Rosemary, you look adorable!” Daphne crouches down to pinch her cheeks.
“Thanks, grandma,” Rosemary says and she’s hiding her discomfort. Daphne is having a harder time accepting that Rosemary’s growing up than us.
“She does, doesn’t she?” Fiona yells from afar. Fiona likes Rosemary, which makes me feel a bit guilty about the fact that I cannot stand Luigi.
“Grand aunt Fiona!” Rosemary almost pushes Daphne off her feet and she runs towards Fiona. Daphne’s face falls for a millisecond, but she knows how to school her expression. She can handle being less than Ms. Snow, but Fiona’s special treatment stings.
“Come on, mum,” I put my arm on her to guide her back to the dining room. She’s gone all out. She hires staff, but she also likes cooking so she helps out.
“Why doesn’t she like me, Basil?” Daphne asks. I have to hide my surprise. Daphne’s disappointment is a well-known secret. This is the first time she actually confides with me. “Ms. Snow is more present in her life, so I get why Rosemary favours her, but she only sees Fiona’s at parties and events.”
“I don’t know, mum, I really don’t,” I say with a sigh, “If I had the answer, I would tell you. But rest assured, she still largely prefers you over father.”
Daphne harrumphs. She also doesn’t like it that my father and I never got a strong bond again. Don’t get me wrong, it got way, way better over the past decade and I appreciate him greatly for his effort, but I am still a petty piece of shit. But honestly, my father and I are as fine as we can be.
Luckily, he adores Rosemary as much as any other person. Becoming a father has made me grow somewhat closer to my own. Mostly because I want to learn from him so that I don’t become him, but it works!
“Mum, she does like you, truly,” I say. I take two glasses from a tray and hand one to her. She gives me a thankful smile. “Rosemary’s very vocal when she doesn’t like someone, like Nicodemus.”
This means that I have no guilt about hating Nicodemus. It’s wonderful.
“I don’t know how to make it better,” Daphne says, almost tearfully. I look around to make sure that we’re still talking in private, but everyone’s minding their own business, so it’s fine. “I give her so many gifts!”
I fight the urge to roll my eyes.
“Gifts are nice, but they aren’t everything. Remember how it started between you and Simon?”
Daphne adores Simon. It took a while, but they got there. That’s the main reason why Simon started joining me on the family trips.
“You were so desperately trying to not look homophobic, so you send us gift after gift after gift, and we appreciate it. I mean.” I nod towards the general direction of the others to remind her that Simon’s wearing her suit. Really, Daphne doesn’t have to know that Simon only wears it for show. I suppose it’s his way of acknowledging that Daphne, in her way, cares for him. “For a long time, you were more concerned about how you would look than about our feelings. And then you realised that and took action. The actions were more important, like when you stopped solely referring to Simon as ‘my friend’, or when you kept telling me to wish him the best after our calls, or when you helped me plan his twenty-seventh birthday party, or when you insisted on being my maid of honour when I told you we were getting married-”
“You still picked Agatha Wellbelove.”
“Of course I picked Agatha Wellbelove. We made a pact at Watford. That’s why I was her Best Man at her wedding, but your excitement meant so much to me I almost broke that pact.”
Daphne looks up in shock. Her eyes are shining with tears and happy surprise. “Really?”
“Yes, mum. It’s just that Agatha is my everything, even now, together with Simon and Rosemary, so I ended up picking her. But it was so nice. And then you gave this touching speech, which was way better than father’s awkward blubbering mess, because yours had so much heart and you welcomed Simon to the family. Those things matter, not another bloody Bimby.”
Daphne’s staring at her glass as if it has all the answers of the universe. She’s contemplating her entire life, probably.
“Besides, you have time,” I say. That’s what Simon and I keep telling each other when it comes to Rosemary. “She’s four years old and it’s true it’s difficult now, since you’re so far away, but that will most likely change when she gets her own mobile.”
I’m not like my parents. I know it’s 2034, for Merlin’s sake, but I am old-school and I refuse to give Rosemary a damn mobile at that age.
“You think so?” Daphne asks, hopeful.
“Yes.” I don’t even have to lie.
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SIMON
Rosemary likes my family more than Baz’s, but so does every sane person. Easter Sunday was a proper affair, but Easter Monday is party time. We’re all at my uncle and Beth’s house, which is actually my grandma’s house, since he inherited it after her death.
My uncle and Beth took my grandma’s master bedroom, Anna took my uncle’s old room, and my mum’s room has been turned into a second guest room, but she always stays there when she visits. Rosemary and I drop our stuff in our usual guestroom. Baz’s downstairs with my uncle, talking about classic cars. This isn’t the first time that Rosemary’s staying here, but she’s always so ecstatic to be around here.
A townhouse in London is so different from a house in the mountains of San Felice del Benaco or a remote mansion in Hampshire. And it’s bloody Mayfair from all areas in London. We keep saying that Baz’s the rich one, but every time we visit my family, I get reminded that I am part of a noble family. Me and my mum just never lived that lavish lifestyle.
Like, right now Rosemary’s staring out of the window and she’s counting all the people walking around. She’s not used to seeing so many people pass the house. There are too many to count.
Despite our noble status and our fancy house, we are allowed to go batshit here. No suits. No staff. No dreary classical music playing all the time. (I don’t hate classical music, but it doesn’t really do much for the vibes). We didn’t even have an Easter Egg hunt yesterday, even though they have the land to do so. The Salisbury house is still in the middle of a capital city!
Well, at least the food’s always great at the Grimms.
I am wearing trackies and no one minds! We’re not expecting any other guests, since Beth is an only child and her parents have also died as well, so it’s just the seven of us.
“Come on, Rosemary,” I say and I hold out my hand. “Who’s going to help me cook? Not nonna Lucy, right?”
Rosemary reluctantly moves away from the glass, but she does take my hand. She can’t allow my mum to go to the kitchen before her.
She basically drags me downstairs. I’m happy that I’m pretty strong, because Rosemary’s vampirism is kicking in slowly. Thanks to Emma’s books on vampire parenting, we know what to expect when it comes to her abilities. Stuff like strength and sight and smell kick in first, even before the fangs grow out, and it’s noticeable with Rosemary. I really have to use all my strength to prevent her from being dragged on the floor.
It’s a mess downstairs, just how I like it. My grandma did prefer to keep the place cleaned up, but my uncle’s more relaxed. I like both versions of the house, but my uncle and Beth’s version feels more home-y. You can see that someone’s living here, which is a big departure from the clean and proper mansion in Hampshire or how my grandma used to live here. (To be fair, my grandma’s house still felt home-y despite the sterile interior, since she did have trinkets everywhere and it always smelled like her cooking.) (Oh my God, I miss her.)
“Nonna Lucy, no! La cucina è vietata!” Rosemary yells quickly when she sees my mum moving towards the kitchen. I know she does it to play with Rosemary.
“Come, Rosemary, run!” I scoop her up and together we rush to the kitchen. Rosemary’s delighted laughter soothes my ears.
We pass Baz and my uncle, who are now looking at photos of my granddad’s car, and Beth and Anna, who are painting eggs. Sometimes it’s weird to think that I have this family now, even though I’ve known of my extended family for almost two decades. But it just hits me every now and then. I went from being alone with my mum, to having my mum, my husband, my daughter, my deceased grandma, my uncle, my aunt-in-law (is that a term?) and my cousin. I even have in-laws! Sure, the Grimm-Pitches have nothing on the Salisburys, but I still care for them.
Rosemary chases my mum out of the kitchen and I laugh. I pull the sword out of the kitchen counter, since my mum left it there for me, and I quickly ask my mum to spell Rosemary put before she leaves.
I give Rosemary some eggs to crack, since she insists on helping. Of course, it doesn’t go well, which frustrates her, but I help her with the other eggs. I can hear cheery music. Anna must’ve put it on. I hear laughter and talking and pure happiness. I love this family. I love my family.
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Someone’s shaking me. I groan. I am a deep sleeper, so whoever is trying to wake me must be using full force. It’s probably Baz being a fucking twat again.
I turn on my stomach and I bury my face in my pillow, hoping that he gets the message. Easter Monday was long and I’m tired, damnit.
“Papà?”
That snaps me awake. Sorta. I hoist myself up and I see that it’s Rosemary who’s standing next to my bed, shaking me.
“Rosemary?” I blink away the sleep and I reach for the lamp on the bedside table. The light is blinding and next to me, Baz also rolls around and lets out an annoyed grunt.
Now that the light is on, I can see Rosemary’s face and I feel my heart drop when I see tear tracks on her face.
“Papà?” she says again. I lift up the blanket so that she knows she can crawl in.
“What is it, my rosebud girl?” I say without thinking, because I am still half-asleep. Now that I’ve said it though, I realise that I’ve used the same term of endearment that my mum sometimes uses for me.
Rosemary climbs on the bed and when she lies down next to me, I put the blanket on her.
“Nightmare,” she says silently, careful not to wake Baz.
“Oh, sweetie, what was it about?”
This isn’t the first nightmare. One time she dreamt that she got turned into an orange and that everyone tried to peel her. It was very weird and I had to stop using oranges in dishes for a long time. I sometimes wish that dreams were magickal, because then I could ask Baz to spell them away.
But this isn’t a silly dream about an orange.
“My real mummy and daddy,” Rosemary cries out.
Baz and I prefer the term ‘biological’, since we are Rosemary’s real parents, but she’s only four years old so we don’t care. She’s never dreamt about her biological parents before, though, so I cup her face and lightly wipe away her tears.
“Do you want to tell me what you dreamt?”
Rosemary shakes her tiny head. “I don’t remember.”
I let out a relieved breath. Maybe that’s a good thing. I still don’t want her to be reminded of what happened that day in Udine.
“But it felt scary, yeah?”
Rosemary nods.
“Sorry.”
“Nothing to be sorry for, Rosemary.”
Rosemary sniffs her nose and I am about to turn off the light when I feel Baz moving around.
“What’s happening?” he sounds groggy. He props himself up on one elbow and he’s squinting his eyes at the light source.
“I had a nightmare, babbo, sorry for waking you,” Rosemary says.
“Oh little puff, come here,” Baz says sweetly. Rosemary untangles herself from my embrace and she climbs over me. She’s now lying between me and Baz, so I turn to face her.
“Sorry,” Rosemary says again. She must’ve gotten the overly apologetic behaviour from me.
“Don’t be,” Baz still sounds a bit sleepy, but I know that he’s fully awake now. His body just needs some time.
“It was about Rosemary’s bio parents,” I tell him.
“Sorry,” Rosemary says again, and the worst part is that she sounds genuinely sorry. She never has to feel sorry about waking us when she needs us. I tell her that.
“Rosemary, it’s fine. Your papà and I have nightmares about our family too,” Baz says.
“Really?”
Baz nods against her. “You know that grandma Daphne isn’t my first mum.”
“Because grandma Natasha is dead?”
“Exactly. And sometimes I dream sad things about grandma Natasha too.”
Rosemary doesn’t know that Natasha got murdered. She also doesn’t know that Baz witnessed it. She’s too young to learn that, but she does understand what a stepmother is.
In the same vein, she also knows that my dad is dead, but she doesn’t know how or why. As predicted, she asked about my dad one day. Me and my mum had troubles answering it, but Baz just calmly explained that my dad has been dead for a long time and that we don’t like to talk about him. It was enough for her.
One day we’ll tell her everything. Today is not the day.
That’s why I say something vaguely. “Yes, Rosemary, I have nightmares about my dad’s death too.”
“When parents die unexpectedly, it can be very, very sad and difficult,” Baz says, “It’s totally okay that you sometimes have nightmares about it, even when they’re very vague.”
“And we will always be here for you, Rosemary.”
Baz wraps his arms around her. I follow suit. I ask Rosemary is it isn’t too warm, but she seems to really like it.
“Thank you,” she says softly and I think she’s slowly falling asleep again, now that she feels safe.
“Baz, turn off the light,” I say. I don’t want to move and he knows a wandless and non-verbal spell that turns the light on an off.
At an instant, the room becomes dark again and the three of us fall asleep, cocooned under my uncle’s fancy duvet.
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End notes: Don’t mind me. I am once again emotional about the boys and Rosemary having a big, loving family. Flowered suits? Flowered suits! I posted the suits that they’re wearing here. And this chapter is called ‘Family’ in my document, but fun fact, originally it was going to be about something completely different, namely death. But after writing around 700 words, I realised I didn’t want it to be about death, so I did a full 180, deleted everything, and started over with a more wholesome chapter. Well, I didn’t fully delete it. You can read the draft of ‘Death’ here.
And finally, the I put my thing down, flip it and reverse it spell is a reference to my beloved Restoration Ecology by aralias. Technically speaking, the spell shouldn’t work in this universe (read Restoration Ecology for find out why, really, do it), but Restoration Ecology is my beloved so I wanted to put a little easter egg.
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