Barcelona Monday

On Monday, Lindsey and I decided to live in true Barcelonan style. We arouse around 9am to get out of the flat by 10am. We strolled around the streets of El Raval and toured the National Museum of Contemporary Art. The museum had a interesting exhibit that focused on art in the United States and Europe post WWII (1946-1956). It demonstrated how art was at the forefront of the cold war and how the new emerging themes of the era affected art.
After the Museum, we strolled through the Placa Catalunya into La Ribera area. We settled into have a Barcelonan lunch at El Quatre Gats. El Quatre Gats was a café where Picasso had his first public exhibition of his artwork and was known to be one of his drunken hangouts. We each ordered the Plate of the Day which is a fixed price 3 course meal with wine. I had a lasagna and swordfish; Lindsey had a soup and pork loin.
Definitely feeling full, we waddled home to have a siesta. It is amazing how a little walking and a big meal can knock you out. We slept until 6pm.
At 9pm, we headed for supper. We went to Le Quinze Nits in Placa Real. We had seen line ups outside the place every night, so we decided to see what the fuss was about. The food was OK, but very reasonably priced (A starter, two entres, and a litre of wine for about 30 Euros). Again, full we expected to head home as Monday was known to be Barcelona’s quite night.
On the walk, we saw a bar that was full of people. We went in and noticed that a number of the groups were speaking English. We started talking to a group from England and enjoyed the opportunity to speak English with people besides ourselves. At around 1:30am, they were heading out to a dance club on Las Ramblas called Fellini’s. Lindsey really wanted to go dance, so we joined them.
The bar played an interesting assortment of rock music. From AC-DC to the Doors to Oasis and to Nirvana, it was an interesting mix that you are not likely to hear in North America. Even more unlikely than hearing the music mix would be the packed house dancing to the music. My dancing queen got right into to it; she jumped up on the stage and didn’t come down for over an hour (just look at the photos – she was having a good time). We left the bar at 4am (the bar was still packed)! Truly like Barcelonans – and this is Barcelona’s quiet night?
The next day turned into a right off as Lindsey paid the price for being the disco diva. We only went for hot Xocolata (a cup of thick, melted chocolate and a little bit of milk) around 4pm. We walked through some of the markets, went home, made our own dinner, and I was in bed by 9pm.
For those of you keeping score, we have been in Barcelona for 5 days and two were write-offs due to hangovers. We are able to see the sights the next day.