The Spanish stopover

On the way back home, I planned a stopover in Barcelona. To be honest I should have watched less movies on the eastward transatlantic flight... I woke up exhausted at BCN on a bright Tuesday Morning. We hadn't left the plane when the voice on the intercom' announced  that we would have to wait 45 minutes to get our luggage.
I thought it was a joke (I'm used to my small regional airport where bags are delivered within seconds you reach the bag belt...).
But it wasn't a joke... the "good" thing is that due to the waiting time in the plane and at the customs, I don't recall waiting for ages my bag...
I took the bus to downtown, my main objective was Parc Guell:

If you don't see many people there on this sunny day, it's normal... it's simply because you have to pay to be there... I guess they did it to limit the number of people so you better enjoy the view... Anyway, I've enjoyed the sun reading a book in this park, it was a really nice stopover.

I had some free time in the afternoon, and I spent it visiting an exhibition I've wanted to view since I saw it in NYC back in 2007...

To be honest, I expected more... this was nice, but it was more desigend for children, and I didn't learn a lot.

The last segment of this trip was with Easyjet, and I've always wondered why people stand up and ram to the boarding gate as soon as there is an annoucement.... and the plane hasn't even landed from its previous flight.