(June 4, on a train from Sarajevo to Belgrade - So... We are way behind. We just got caught up with stuff and got behind on the blog. It is kind of a giant pain to type anything lengthy on our iPhones or the iPad. So the next couple of days are going to be short and sweet, and then we can resume sending something relatively recent out into the world [wide web].)
Saturday started out all Spanish days - late. We putzed around and finally ventured out at 2 pm toward the Museum of Contemporary Art (MACBA), stopping once again at McD's to get ourselves some wifi. And to get me a cheapo latte to quell my caffeine headache.
The museum is beautiful.
And so is Jon.
The first floor housed an exhibit from the Otolith Group in London. Each piece revolved around this history of microgravity changing the shape of the inner ear, enabling humans to eventually live in space. The pieces depicted a history starting in the 1920s with the first delegation of Indian women in college (real footage of female Indian professors in the 20s and a voiceover reading passages from Godard's The Chinese) to letters about living in space program from 2100.
Personally, I thought it was conceited. Self-indulgent work from narcissists. Someone should have told this group that their idea was crap way before they even put it into production. Yes, they have a right to produce art in any manner they please. But perhaps it was more appropriate for a museum in Siberia or Ohio. A place no one would actually see it.
Floor 2 was the general collection. Lots of architecture plans, which was awesome. Lots of posters for plays and music around Barcelona in the 70s. A video of some woman cutting her toenails and then curling her eyelashes. And a Joan Miro just for Jon ( his fave Barca artist).
Floor 3 was FANTASTIC! It was the first installation of pieces from the Eastern Bloc post-war. Room 1 was a little heavy - very Rammstein. Bloody propaganda- type stuff. But Room 2 was great. Some hilarious work from the OHO group and Tok. Good stuff.
Made our way back to the Arc de Triomf to watch Barca play Manchester United for the UEF Championship. Heineken had put up a screen on the Arc and was showing the game to a park full of rowdy drunk soccer fans. The game was good and the venue was great (though if Barca lost, it is possible someone may have died that night).
A jubilant crowd after a well-deserved win -
With city spirits high, there was no choice but to go out and dance. Nicole very nicely (but somewhat forcefully, as I think she was afraid to be seen with me) did my hair and makeup. She also tried to lend me a dress, but as I had Gonzalo translate to her, her Argentinian people were built to be beautiful, and my Irish people were built to dig potatoes. I was indeed correct - the one-shouldered pink dress that looked so delicate on her made me look like a stocky weightlifter.
Nicole said my hair made me look like Helen of Troy. I wasn't really sure how to take that.
I don't know why she felt the need to disguise my sunglass tan.
Jon is naturally beautiful - no primping at all!
Everyone looking hot-
Went out at 2am to Club Berlin. It was full of hot gay boys, their faghags, and me and Jon. Jon and I danced til 6am. Gotta love a club with a cage dancer in a full body stocking and what appeared to be a Mexican wrestling mask.
Definitely the most exciting day in Barca. Def. didn't want to leave.
EAK
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