Hola from Barcelona
Got free flights from my bank and as such, they were with Sleasyjet.
Pulled a half day at work to get to Stanstead at 4pm and peak hour traffic was horrendous. Bus was half an hour late and driver was mad as hell. Passengers were edgy too because upon arrival, a group of them shot out of their seats and headed to the front.
I waited for the driver to explode. He pulled over and went apes**** at the desperate idiots.
Anyway even though airport was packed, I made it on board just as rain came down. Farewell soggy London!
Got to balmy Barcelona armed with a wad of map printouts too small to be useful. By then it was dark and for a central location, street signage is seemingly absent.
I finally checked into to my hostel after asking for directions. (Off topic but why are stairs always dimly lit in Spain?)
At 11pm I had a cosmic supper outdoors with a chilled glass of Rioja. Bliss!
Up-nostril shot of unamusement.
Pickled anchovy with tomato and Iberian acorn ham canapes. Salty and tantalizing. It was like there was a party in my mouth...
Tiny hamburger with sundried tomato, caramelized onions, camembert and rocket. Pricey (10 euros) for the size, but it was dang tasty. The beef was coursely chopped rather than minced, preserving it´s texture and juiciness.
Patatas bravas - fried potato drizzled with mayo, in a pool of mild chili and garlic oil. Sounds disgusting? It's heaven!
I had lemon gelato on a midnight stroll through Las Ramblas. From what I've seen and eaten so far, I can't wait until tomorrow!