As you all know, this summer I went to Barcelona with my father for, like, the 7th time. But on this occasion I had way more fun that on my previous visits, I met so many people from all over the world, took A LOT of photos & went to many, many places I had never visited before. One of those places was the Museum of Contemporary Art. Man, that place is huge...  I remember that everytime we entered a new room, my dad would mutter "What the f*ck is wrong with modern artists?" to himself. He was right in a way, but you know I'm a sucker for aesthetically pleasing everything and dream about becoming an artist, so I was more than okay with the strangeness of some of the installations.  

We wandered over the place for about 4 hours until we realized that our stay in the hotel was payed only until that day at 2 o'clock. I guess me running through La Rambla in Birkenstocks to get to the hotel so we didn't have to pay 100 extra euros while trying to drink a mango smoothie at the same time was a very, very funny sight... Bisous!

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