Gaudi and Gaudi and Guitars

My first day continued, luckily without any additional nose-running issues. I visited La Pedrera:




After I geeked out all over the incredible roof, and tried to take a ton of inspired/artistic photos, I finally peeled myself away and went down into the attic. It was really dark in the attic (I know this seems like an obvious statement)—I wish I had a photo, but I definitely won’t forget what it looked like. Then I moved down into the living quarters. Everything in this apartment was light (literally, because it was designed so natural light would fill all of the rooms), functional, and beautiful. You know, like all design should be.


The kitchen has built-ins (homeowners love this word, I’ve watched enough HGTV to know that “built-ins” makes people drool). In my opinion, I could use a little more counter space, but I don’t think Guadi was designing with things like toasters and coffee makers in mind. This is my takeaway, the efficiency of a Gaudi-designed kitchen. Go figure.

Afterwards I went to Casa Batllo. Again, beautiful. Sliding doors—doors that let in light but allow privacy—glass and color combinations that make rooms feel like they are underwater. The glass above the doors had a Willy Wonka feeling to them. They felt like Easter, and candy. I take that back, they didn’t make me think of Easter candy. Gaudi did not design doors that make me think of jellybeans and Peeps. Eek.

Why don’t we live in apartments like this?! We live in white boxes stacked on top of one another. Cheap and efficient building.

Where you live has a big impact on who you are, how you live your life, and your general happiness. When my room is clean, or when I would keep my apartment semi-spotless, I felt awesome. I slept better, I had more energy. Clutter is ok, but clean laundry shoved onto my desk chair, my closet bench, the ironing board, isn’t. I went three weeks without putting away my clean laundry. I dug out of my laundry basket, pulled pants out from the towering stack in my closet, and played a serious game of “Where’s My Underwear?” each morning. I’d leave the house cranky and then hop on the Thruway, where you know that cranky mood just got better and better! A well designed apartment can help solve that problem (cue in Ikea ad).


Jamon The Cheese can’t wait and doesn’t want me to put up more photos of architecture. We are both tired and hungry. I made my way to the roof of Casa Batllo for Spanish guitar, a free drink, and a chance encounter (story to follow in my next post).