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The Legend Of The Blue Sea: Gianna Jun and Lee Min Ho’s Barcelona Shooting Locations

“Let’s hop a plane to Barcelona, ’cause this city’s a drag.”

Currently airing drama The Legend Of The Blue Sea has had some pretty exotic shooting locations – including Barcelona. (They’re not alone – last year’s The K2 shot on location in the city of Gaudi, too.)

And thus my fondness for the place from my undergrad  days came flooding back. (Ah, to have that kind of production budget. Sigh.)

Here are the places Gianna Jun and Lee Min Ho visited in the Catalan city.

La Palau De La Musica Catalana

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And they used it as the supposed exterior of a freaking shopping mall, ha. If only Montaner could see it now. If you think the outside is beautiful, you should check out the inside. At least you can here.

Parròquia de Sant Bartomeu – Sitges

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That church where they met up with Ahn Jae Hong’s character (Reply 1988’s Kim Jae Bong) was located in Sitges. The awesome beach town – which is really quaint and lovely (and so much nicer than Barceloneta) is an easy train ride away from Barcelona.

Arc de Triomf

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For some reason I can’t remember the Arc de Triomf adjacent to the Parc de la Ciutadella. I remember those paddleboaters in the Parc, though.

They also went gallivanting through A Coruña and Girona among their stunning af shooting locations. I mean, who wouldn’t want a natural salt water swimming pool to wake up to?


Autumn Escape.

Out back West.

Somehow surrounded by the sunny skies and golden warmth of Los Angeles once again.  It’s transitory this time – check things out, take a look around, see what’s changed, what’s stayed the same.  Check in with old friends, meet a few new ones, be a visitor, a tourist; have a small piece of limited time in an expanse that was once called home.  Realize how great and unique each one of your dear friends are.

A cute boy smiles at you, and you forget about everything else for a moment.  Nice to know that it’s still possible.

On a somewhat unrelated note, why is it that I’ve had more celeb sightings in a short stint as a visitor than during the five years when I was a resident?! Really?!

Seeing old friends after a considerable amount of time can be a a weird experience.  I mean, awkwardness abounds.  No, wait – not awkwardness, exactly – okay, so this was meant to be a trip just for fun and hanging out with friends – but I honestly haven’t felt this exhausted or been this social in a long time – introversion affirmed.  Not since Spain – or the Indonesia trip – I was so tired one night in West Java that my nose started bleeding.

In all honesty, it was a vacation from my parents, the East Coast humidity and relentless rain; a temporary break from perpetual job hunting and restlessness at home about said job hunting; a chance to visit old friends and do one last fun trip before all of my savings went dry (thank goodness for airline miles); eat good food and hit the beach.

Conclusions?  I still love LA escapes – those spots tucked away from the sounds of the freeway and the interiors of which make you forget what the parking lot looks like outside.

Lately I’ve been obsessed with listening.  Hearing better – nay, reverting back to something more basic.  The fundamentals of communication – listening.  When you meet with old friends, you want to know about everything you’ve missed since you’ve been apart.  Can’t assume this person is the same as when you parted ways; naturally, all parties involved are not the same as months or years or even days earlier – easily forgotten with the flash of a familiar face.

However – nice to know that some things haven’t changed – a single word, or a signature adage which continues its eponymous title with all the resounding comfort and familiarity of a good friend.

And today, I miss Barcelona.

Salsa (dancing) in Prague and Barcelona.

Apparently I had had my hopes up a little too high when I left for central Europe.  Prague wasn’t quite engaging, and, frankly, it takes quite a bit of motivation to go out and experience nightlife when you’ve got frigid temperatures, inches of snow, and a horrific, as-slow-as-watching-grass-grow night tram (translation: drunk tank) to take you home at the end of it all.

I had thought, my dear friends, that through all of the flights and staying in different cities and experiencing life through traveling all these months, I would have found a few decent salsa clubs.  You always think you’re going to have tons of time to explore and go out.  However, when your body gets all new kinds of sick while traveling, you end up cutting back on your late nights.  Hell, I thought I would have hit every spot from the hole-in-the-wall Latin bar to the superclubs of semi-pro ballroom dancing.  However, many establishments on my list remain uncrossed.  In due time, I suppose.


Sigh.  Salseros, I must say, this is not a hot city (especially not during November).  Gallivanting around town when running the risk of freezing your nose off only to find that the club you were seeking was shut down?  Not the best foot with which to lead.  Pun completely intended.  We found that the salsa clubs that we had heard of weren’t much to speak of in terms of space or dancing, and the websites documenting them were largely out of date.  Here’s the photo evidence of our attempts:

Rincon. We checked this place out, after a particularly challenging route to even find the place, with next to no knowledge of speaking Czech to the locals, trudging through snowy streets, and braving subhuman temps.  Yep, I said it – subhuman.  We went in and found a tiny dive bar space in the back, with a dj and coatcheck, however, the salsa dancing skills were pretty sub par; beginner to intermediate levels, thrown in with the drunkenly confident dancers.  Not much of a challenge.  Had fun anyway and danced here – this ended up being the only salsa dancing we did in Prague.

La Rosa Negra.  Makes you think of Dirty Dancing, Havana Nights, doesn’t it?  We trekked through a frigid night, coughed up cash for a cab, and, when we finally get to the place, it was closed! Not just closed for the night, but shut down indefinitely, we found out from the casino bar proprietors in the building.  Can you say disappointment?

Casa Andina.  Dušní 6/15, 110 00 Prague, Czech Republic. Walk through the restaurant and head downstairs to the basement bar.  A dive with a tiny dance floor.  We were misinformed by a local that it was a good latin-bar-type-salsa-club.  (Misinformed by a local whom may have been a few cocktails deep.)  Anyhow, it wasn’t a salsa club, or a latin music scene.  More of just a nondescript dive bar with a jumbled selection of house, hip hop, and reggaeton thrown haphazardly into a blender and pureed.  Ended up having a beer and getting the heck outta there.  We also spotted one of the bad drunken dancers (not that what you could call what he did was really dancing, it was more of a swaying from side to side) from Rincon.

Yes.  Los Angeles has spoiled me.  There’s always somewhere you can dance on a given weekend night.  Gahhhh.

But, about Barcelona…

Bailongu.  Passatge d’Utset, 11, 08013 Barcelona, Spain.  My roommate and I decided to go out one night after a dinner party, better to be out rather than be home and unable to get any peace and quiet, what with a handful of clubs being within a block or two of our place. (More on this later.)

The club pulsates with a mixture of salsa, bachata, and merengue, with some occasional cha-cha thrown in.  Less pretentiousness than the mainstream house/hip-hop discoteca, but if you show up here, you probably know your way around the dance floor.  A bunch of dance school instructors and their students come out here to break out their latest and greatest.  It was one woman’s birthday, and the obligatory solo salsa was had – the lucky birthday lady danced with each gentleman that lined up to dance with her – this should be made a global tradition in all salsa clubs, I concluded.  About the club’s layout: the bar is set off from the dance floor, and said floor is flanked by chairs on either wall (I hate it when there’s nowhere to sit!), as well as wall-hugging drink holders (smart design!) so you can put down your glass while you bust a move.

La Sala Bikini. Avenida Diagonal, 547, Barcelona 08029, Spain.  Friday night. One of the rooms plays salsa until about 3:00am, which is when the strippers/exotic dancers/mimbos/hoochies come out and dance on the bars for ten minutes and then leave.  Then that, apparently, cues the house music and the salsa room becomes just another house/dance mix room.  Great spot, especially with the versatility of having multiple rooms; salsa music floating through, but if you want to mix it up, you can just step into the hip-hop beats next door.