this whole learn french thing isn’t going well. you know what is? my recollection of spanish from middle school and an unending love for the city of barcelona.
I spent about three days there this week and, needless to say if you’ve read this post’s title, loved it. like, almost everything about the city, the amazingly efficient public transit, the wonderful food, the cheap drinks and the clubs where american music of the ’50s is mixed with roots reggae. if it weren’t for the stifling and constant presence of cigarette smoke, I would have probably never left. (this coming from someone who’s spent a significant amount of time in both paris and new york. I’m worried for your collective lung health, barcelona.)
some of my fav moments:
- a coastal town with tons of mountains, we did a lot of unintended hiking and found some amazing views of the city.
- so freakin’ gaudi: this master artist’s stamp is all over the city. not going to lie, I was too cheap to pay for any of the museums and such, but what about this dr. seuss-ish structure right here?
- tappppaaaasssss. so, I was actually pretty versed in traditional spanish food thanks to the unavoidable influence of jose andres’ chains in washington, dc. spanish food in spain did not disappoint. the sangria, the fish and all the potatoes a person could ever want.
- speaking of the beach. there is one and it’s really cool. even though it was in the 50’s, the sun was out so we beach bummed for a while, along with a ton of other beach-goers. even though it was february, folks were surfing and there were tons of restaurants up and down the strip.
- you know how I like to assign cities identities, right? so, paris is sort of the “carrie” from sex and the city of cities—very dictated by rules and sometimes a little overly concerned with what other people think. barcelona is more of a “lynn” from girlfriends. it’s a free-spirited place where people embrace chucks and tattoos and graffiti. so, you know, when in rome.