I journeyed to Barcelona with few expectations. In fact, I was quite delighted that one girlfriend found the apartment, one booked the travel, another read the guide books, another (art teacher extraordinaire) could be my walking history book, three had traveled there before, one would ensure that we'd have enough provisions, another had iPhone apps . . . . this was a low stress affair on my travel planning meter.
Having lived in Italy for as long as I have, I have to confess, I am pretty much done with visiting churches. (Sigh.) I seek them out in the heat of summer for their natural air conditioning and plentiful seating, and because, well, I like to light the candles and give an offering along with a small prayer. It just feels right. However, I rarely purposefully include them in travel itineraries for the sake of art or architecture; I could die a complete woman never seeing another fresco, and I like frescoes. (Though I did drag Richard into the St. Louis Cathedral in NOLA -- again -- when we went there this summer, but that's different, right?)
I visited two distinctly different, yet equally amazing, churches over the weekend: the gothic Cathedral of Santa Eulalia or La Seu Cathedral and Gaudí's still-unfinished masterpiece,