My stay in Rome is quickly expiring as I am already half way closer to my plane trip home. But I continue to take advantage of my time left here and try to not waste even a minute. In fact, since last week was our first free weekend of the program (by free I mean that we had no pre-planned group trips or tours) Kirstin and I planned a trip to Barcelona, Spain. It also turned out that a number of our other group members planned a trip to Barcelona on the same weekend, so we ended up hanging out as a group most of the time. I had an excellent time! For one, I could finally communicate with people thanks to the Mexican in me (which would be...a rough 100%) :-) Barcelona is located in the region of Catalunya on the south eastern coast of Spain. I learned that this region never actually wanted to be under Spanish rule and a lot of the population still considers themselves independent of Spain. They have their own language: Catalan, which seems to me a mix of French and Spanish. Fortunately, I was able to communicate with my Spanish.
The thing I noticed that was most different from Rome was the activity. I stayed in a youth hostel off of La Rambla, the most famous boulevard and center of the old medieval city center. I swear people never slept here..they partied well into the night. The street was insane. We arrived last Thursday ,June 23, and it was a holiday. There were fireworks alllll over the place...really loud, scary fireworks. The kind that blow your fingers off yet 10 year old kids run around throwing them at random people on the street and run off snickering. Bastards... I'm OK, though...no appendage loss for me. We also witnessed a street fight at 3am in the middle of a still busy La Rambla. The guys ran off bleeding after throwing bottles at each other. We saw at least three people escape from the police and run off. We saw the craziest street performers. We toured, we drank Sangria at all hours of the day, we sunbathed on the beach, we pretty much lived the life. All I gotta say is that people are alive in Barcelona. So on with the photos...

We arrived on Thursday night after 11pm. This was our first group picture minus Kirstin who was the photographer.

Next morning we met at the Christopher Colombus statue to go on a bike tour - the best freakin tour ever! I love bikes alone, but biking through Barcelona instead of walking to all of the features...double the fun!

Across the street from the Colombus statue is this building. Not exactly sure what it was. The cool thing about this building are the gargoyles that protect the building. A very characteristical feature of medieval architecture in Spain.

A very old goverment building. Spanish flag on the left, Catalunya flag on the right.

The steps where Christopher Colombus announced to Ferdinand and Isabella that he had found the new world. Located in one of the many the Medieval quarters of the town hence the brick, fortress like architecture that used to house the couple.

Palau de la Musica. A very beautiful modernistic concert hall built in 1908 by the architect Lluis Domenech y Muntaner. It is a jewel of modernistic sculptures and stained glass. Absolutely gorgeous and this is only the outside. I wish I could have gone to a concert in here.

Rome has the arch of Constantine, Paris has the Arc de Triomphe, and Barcelona has its very own Arce de Triomf. This was taken in the middle of our bike tour.

La Sagrada Familia: a huge Gothic cathedral designed by Antoni Gaudi. Adrian was right, it is the most unusual piece of architecture I have ever laid eyes on. Beautiful, nonetheless. Gaudi's highly influenced the face of Barcelona's architecture as his work can be seen all over the city.

As if this cathedral were not massive enough, it is being expanded to several more towers. Very colorful... It is said to be under construction for the next, oh... 20 plus years. So when I'm 40 or 50 I can return to Barcelona to visit the completed building. : )

The front facade of Gaudi's original Gothic design. He pretty much dedicated his life to this cathedral and worked on it until the day he was hit by a trolley and died.

We made our way to a beautiful park. The day was scorching hot, but the park provided plenty of cool shade to relax and take in some beautiful scenery.

Huge fountain in the park. Green water...but the fountain is still pretty.

We ended our day of touring with Kirstin, Jeff, Ben, and I hiking up to Park Guell, a seemingly magical park with amazing designs by Gaudi and a beautiful overlook of Barcelona.

Kirstin and I enjoying the view from the tiled terrace.

Our two loyal travel companions - Jeff and Ben. Such an entertaining pair they are!

Awesome houses in the park. They look like gingerbread homes to me...

Finally, the famous Gaudi fountain dragon at the main entrance of the park adorned with colored tiles.
Because of time constraints, we really didnt have much time to explore the rest of the park. Unfortunate... But what we did see was well worth the short amount of time we stayed and I will hopefully be back again to spend a day exploring. We were only in Barcelona for three days, so we were pretty pressed for time. But it was a wonderful trip and a great experience.
So now on to the second half of this dreadfully long entry. Unless you're interested in learning a little bit around Fascist Rome and the urban planning of Mussolini, read no further.
The Fascist regime, lead primarily by Mussolini, created several ambitious building projects from the 1920s to the 1940s. A lot of it still remains in Rome but it is most prominent in the Mussolini-conceived EUR district south of the center of Rome.
During the walking trip with my history class this afternoon, we saw buildings and urban spaces that best exemplify how architecture could transmit the ideology of Fascism. Many of these structures were directly inspired by imperial Roman art and architecture, but modified to be colder, more sterile, more totalitarian.

Our tour began in the Garbatella area with a visit to the oldest housing project in Rome. The low cost housing projects were built to be smaller and more simple than the typical apartment palazzos to emphasize a better and more simple family life.

This building that used to be a grocery store is now a concert hall and gathering area for young left wing political opinionists.
The center of the paintings reads: "We spit our heart out in the face of injustice day and night. We are the heros of Sancho Panza and Don Quijote."
Underneath it is a blatant anti war in Iraq message.

A church with constructivist art.

In the same square of the church is this elementary school. The four eagles on the top of the building are a symbol of the verility of the Fascist regime.
A couple blocks over in the same area was a theatre. All of the above mentioned elements were situated in the same area to form a small community with all the essentials for its citizens. It is a perfect example of Fascist urban planning.
We moved on to the EUR "Rome Univeral Exposition" district.

A slab of carved stone in a park. Its pictures glorify the activity of small village living by depicting scenery of country life. It was part of a campaign to keep people in small village communities with gender roles clearly defined.

Quadrato della Concordia with the Palazzo dei Congressi at the end of the straight street. This was the main congress headquarters. Near the roof of the Palazzo dei Congressi, there is a stone sediment sticking straight out. Its purpose is to imitate the Fascist salute.
After a long and tiring day of touring, we hop on the metro to head back to the residence. The metro was crowded as usual, so I'm standing and keeping my balance by holding onto the nearby rail. There was a group of kids sitting on the other side and they were really cute, so I smiled at them. A few minutes later I look up and the little girls have scooted over and signal for me to sit down. I thought that was so sweet of them, so I sat down to get to know them. It turns out they didn't speak Italian so my broken Italian meant nothing to them. I try again with Spanish, and they kinda understood what I was trying to say. They tell me that they speak Portugese and that they are from Brazil. They were so adorable and friendly! It was seriously the best part of my day.

Here I am with my new friends on the metro. Daniela is on my right and Jazra is the next one over. I couldn't catch the names of the two boys. But we love Brazil and we're reppin' the flag! : )






































