Today we headed to the Picasso museum after a breakfast very similar to the one we had yesterday. In fact, it was the same place. With the same sandwiches we had eaten the day before. At the same table. Cedar woke up with enough time to get ready and get out the door (a cool fifteen minutes before we had to leave). She was surprised to not see Hannah in her bed, and more surprised to hear she had deprived herself of an hour of sleep in order to shower. She was even MORE surprised to see what she had done in that time. In fact, I think we all were….See photo to the right. You’ll understand. We felt like rock stars when we avoided the line to buy tickets to see the Picasso museum, because the line spanned a solid 70 yards. Barbs had bought tickets in advance for yet another audio tour. |
Unlike yesterday’s 13-stop tour, today’s tour spanned a good 40 audio stops. Did you get that? 40. And “good” is not used to describe the stops. The tour went from stop #11 on one painting, to #12 on a painting three rooms away from #11, and #13 was back in the same room as #11. Maybe they just wanted us to get in our 10,000 steps for the day. However, it was definitely an interesting tour (for the first 20 stops), and very cool to see how Picasso changed from age 13 onwards.
Chuck has had some trouble adjusting to European life. Before boarding the plane to Spain, we all turned off the data streaming to our phones as to not be charged for international roaming fees. Well, it turns out only 3 of us actually turned it off. Therefore, we cannot access anything that uses internet, including Instagram, Facebook, and Twitter, unless we are in the apartment with wifi. Today at lunch—a fixed price, 3-course, tapas meal—Chuck casually commented on an Instagram photo out loud. We didn’t think anything of it, until 5 minutes later Barbs asked, “wait, how are you on Instagram right now?”. He slowly lowered his phone and pretended like he hadn’t even spoken. It turns out that Cedar isn’t the only one we need to keep our eyes on. Meanwhile, we have since limited Chuck’s access to the usage of only the camera on his phone, just to be on the safe side.
At the Picasso museum there is no sign strictly forbidding taking pictures of the art, but you’d think that anyone would know that this is not generally accepted behavior. Chuck, however, either did not seem to mind or did not know, and was caught red-handed snapping a photo of a piece of art. Now, this would not seem like a long process and a normal person would probably have gotten away with the photo without being seen. For Chuck, however, he needs a good 5 minutes to set up the picture with the phone at arms length, a very noticeable process. The security guard marched over to him and whispered in an angry tone, “No fotografia” and walked away. This is what came from that moment. As we drug ourselves away from the museum, Barbs tried to coax us into going to see more museums. We said no.
Chuck has had some trouble adjusting to European life. Before boarding the plane to Spain, we all turned off the data streaming to our phones as to not be charged for international roaming fees. Well, it turns out only 3 of us actually turned it off. Therefore, we cannot access anything that uses internet, including Instagram, Facebook, and Twitter, unless we are in the apartment with wifi. Today at lunch—a fixed price, 3-course, tapas meal—Chuck casually commented on an Instagram photo out loud. We didn’t think anything of it, until 5 minutes later Barbs asked, “wait, how are you on Instagram right now?”. He slowly lowered his phone and pretended like he hadn’t even spoken. It turns out that Cedar isn’t the only one we need to keep our eyes on. Meanwhile, we have since limited Chuck’s access to the usage of only the camera on his phone, just to be on the safe side.
At the Picasso museum there is no sign strictly forbidding taking pictures of the art, but you’d think that anyone would know that this is not generally accepted behavior. Chuck, however, either did not seem to mind or did not know, and was caught red-handed snapping a photo of a piece of art. Now, this would not seem like a long process and a normal person would probably have gotten away with the photo without being seen. For Chuck, however, he needs a good 5 minutes to set up the picture with the phone at arms length, a very noticeable process. The security guard marched over to him and whispered in an angry tone, “No fotografia” and walked away. This is what came from that moment. As we drug ourselves away from the museum, Barbs tried to coax us into going to see more museums. We said no.
We shopped around after lunch and found our way to the beach. We are very excited because we are planning to relax at a Barcelona beach all day in the hopes to remedy some degree of our snow-white complexions.
This trip has created some code words necessary in our day-to-day (European) life. See below.
Code Words Created:
1. "Cats": pickpockets
We decided this was necessary after hearing Barbs scream ‘pickpockets’ at the top of her lungs in conversation at the Madrid airport
2. "Dog": “I’m being kidnapped!!!”
3. "Puppies": Anything relating to Barbs braces
After hearing “I have to take my braces out”, “I need to go brush my braces” at the dinner table, we instituted this code word for our own sanity
This can be used in phrases like: “I need to take the puppies out”, or “I need to clean the puppies”.
This trip has created some code words necessary in our day-to-day (European) life. See below.
Code Words Created:
1. "Cats": pickpockets
We decided this was necessary after hearing Barbs scream ‘pickpockets’ at the top of her lungs in conversation at the Madrid airport
2. "Dog": “I’m being kidnapped!!!”
3. "Puppies": Anything relating to Barbs braces
After hearing “I have to take my braces out”, “I need to go brush my braces” at the dinner table, we instituted this code word for our own sanity
This can be used in phrases like: “I need to take the puppies out”, or “I need to clean the puppies”.