The "Magic" Fountain, Park Güell, & 2938732 Other Things.

So. On, Friday night, we went to go see the Magic mountain Fountain. What we didn't know, was that the Gay Pride Festival was going on right infront of it, with thousands and thousands of people because it's gay pride weekend here (didn't know that). So, after spending 25 minutes fighting through the crowd to get behind the "concert", we discovered that could simply walk around using the designated walking paths.
After all that, the sound to the Magic Fountain was turned off because of the concert. I mean, we got to see the water, and the lights.... But it wasn't the same (I'm assuming).
 So. That was an experience.

Next, we went to Park Güell today and it was pretty cool I suppose.
It's extremely far away, and it was quite a long metro ride/walk. And the hill leading up to it. My gosh. People weren't just complaining when they said that the hill was horrible, because it's basically a 45 degree angle. For like 2 miles. It's awful. That had a couple escalators, but not the entire way.... It was rough.

This guy was just off the wall crazy. I'm actually proud
that this picture seems to sum him up pretty well.

After getting there and looking around for a while, I discovered, much to my disappointment, that the mosaic lizard that everyone talks about, really isn't that big. I assumed it was massive... I guess that's more of my fault though.
I'd say the best part of that adventure was this random crazy dude at the top in a full leopard print "outfit". He was bells wrapped around his ankles, and he was basically just singing (screaming) at people, while playing (thrashing) his guitar in a way that may have resembled a rhythm, if you covered your ears and shook your head back and forth. This random guy was good fun to watch, but I'd have to say that I'm grateful that he didn't single me out and try to sing to me (like he did to some people), because I probably would have ran. He was grade-A crazy.

After that, today was mainly my shopping day (for gifts). Overall, that was uneventful, but after finishing (more or less) I discovered that buying shoes in Barcelona is borderline impossible, which maddens me because their shoes are so wonderful.
The problem is that there are SOO many more sizes available here, than in the US and the store employees really don't care about you (also that whole language barrier thing). The only employees that I have ever not liked here, are the "zapateria" employees. Just not nice, or attentive, or helpful, or anything
. Doesn't matter how expensive the shoes are, they just aren't helpful. Ugh. I'm going to get my shoes. It will happen. I don't care if I have to yell at some middle-aged store clerk, I'm going to get service! (And made in Spain shoes)