Why am I so freaking happy?
Because every morsel of food in Barcelona was absolutely delicious. Tapas were the standard meal for lunch and dinner. Little plates of deliciousness. Yes, those are anchovies. Those were mine. The french fries are Bill's (that can't be a surprise...and he did ask for ketchup. I was mortified).
Did I mention it is impossible to get a bad cup of coffee? Unless you go to Starbucks, they do exist there, and they are filled with Americans.
An awesome farmer's market...those are shakes in the lower right, buried in ice with only the straw sticking out.
Yum--Shrimp! With eyes!
Because every morsel of food in Barcelona was absolutely delicious. Tapas were the standard meal for lunch and dinner. Little plates of deliciousness. Yes, those are anchovies. Those were mine. The french fries are Bill's (that can't be a surprise...and he did ask for ketchup. I was mortified).
Did I mention it is impossible to get a bad cup of coffee? Unless you go to Starbucks, they do exist there, and they are filled with Americans.
An awesome farmer's market...those are shakes in the lower right, buried in ice with only the straw sticking out.
Yum--Shrimp! With eyes!
Also, everyone starts drinking at noon.
possibly another reason I was so happy. just saying.
possibly another reason I was so happy. just saying.
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