The sunshine greeted us from the first moment in Barcelona, and after filling up on paella and sangria at the local restaurant the conversations flowed from life and love to travel and futures and everything in between. The next day we found ourselves winding through tiny streets of gothic town eyeing the washing dangling over the window sills in the tiny apartments. We ended up by the ocean, calmed by the eb and flow of the water as I watched people run along the shoreline and soaked up the sun rays.
Afternoons spent laying in the park as music played from all corners surrounding us and a street performer entertained the intrigued crowds. As the sky turned from blue to hues of orange as the sun went down, we made our way to an underground bar; an atmosphere enhanced by the dimly lit wall of liquors behind the bar and the looming Marilyn Monroe propped up in place of a window.
After traipsing around the Gaudi’s intricately mosaicked Park Güell we stopped at a small Mexican tapas restaurant with colours jumping off the walls and the smell of fresh tortilla chips and chili filling the air. Our plates overflowed with bright avocado, beans, Mexican cheese and cooked cactus (which tasted surprisingly good).
Finally, after wandering down tiny alleyways which opened into beautiful Plazas cornered off by cafes, we ended our final night in Barcelona in El National: a rather expensive-looking warehouse of bars and eateries. Perched at a bar with a Spanish waiter serving too many glasses of wine to us, we ate and drank and talked and watched the people pass by until the hours turned into the next morning.