Memoirs from guest blogger Diana’s European Extravaganza, Part II (immediately preceding post is Part I):
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After Eric arrived, we went all over Barcelona, and no matter what we did, it was fun. Probably because I was just dying for some company. 🙂 But there was a moment where I felt everything was just perfect.

We had take the gondola up to Park Montjuic, where the olympic stadium is from the 1992 olympics. We caught the last gondola up shortly before 7 pm, and walked around the old castle for a bit first. It had a great view of the city and sea, but it was a little quiet and deserted, and slightly eery.

We then started walking towards the olympic stadium, which was pretty far down the hill. By then it was 7:30 or so, and although the sun was still up, I knew we only had less than 2 hours of daylight. I was afraid that we would get stuck or somehow get lost in this big park in the hills, and Eric kept on saying, “Don’t worry, I know where I am going. We have plenty of time.” I was still a little nervous (Eric will tell you that I was VERY nervous), and even raced down a steep trail that was a short cut, compared to the long trail that went around the perimeter.

When we saw the olympic stadium, I knew we would be safe. It was a lot busier in that area, and we even crawled through an opening in a fence into a work out facility, because it was even more of a short cut. We finally arrived at the National Palace, which is now an art museum. we heard a Spanish guitarist playing, so we took a seat on the steps in front of the museum, which overlooks the many fountains below, the city, and the Mediterranean. I always loved Spanish guitar and think it is one of the most romantic sounds. By this point, the sun was setting, and it was breezy, and Eric wrapped his arms around me as he sat on the step above the one I was sitting on. We looked to the distance, admiring the surroundings, I then looked back at him, and felt like I was in some kind of movie.

p.s. The Spanish guitarist is actually Chinese, from China. I bought his CD. I never buy touristy things, but I was really moved by his music, as it was the perfect accompaniment to that sunset.