Tuesday will be a changing day in my life. For some time now I've been thinking of following in the footsteps my idol, Mr. Floyd Mayweather Jr. and picking up the sweet science. Watching Cutty train the kids on The Wire only piqued my interest. Sadly, Bloomington does not have a boxing gym. Barcelona, however, does. The gym is also in running distance to my house. I'm pumped. I'm gonna float like a butterfly, and sting like a bee.
At any rate, yesterday, Morris and I engaged in some terrifying activity. We finally bit the bullet and visited La Sagrada Familia. Construction began in 1881 and if they're lucky it will be done in 30-40 years. I doubt it. The church is beautiful, there are a million sculptures and each wall is intricate. The church is famous for its bell towers that are the highlight of the Barcelona skyline. For a few euros, tourists may take an elevator 65 meters into the air, near the top of the towers. Big mistake.
The towers are quite narrow and feel like the wind will topple them at any moment. They're pure stone; only an idiot would feel insecure in them. I'm that idiot. If the heights weren't bad enough, we chose to take the stairs down. Once again, big mistake. The staircase is one giant spiral that you can look straight down the middle of. I really wanted to sit on the steps and scoot down backward like a toddler. I'd have taken pictures, but there are no lights.
The way down is dark, cold, drafty, cramped, and high in the sky. A few snakes and spiders would put the fright factor over the top. Feet safely on the ground, Matt and I agreed that although worth doing, we won't rush back to the top of La Sagrada Familia.
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Pics are great, your description totally conveys the TERROR! No way could I have come down. I'd have still been up there, turning to dust.
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