OK, in retrospect maybe the weekend wasn't as bad as I made it seem in my life-hating, post-wallet loss post.
This above picture pretty much sums up the trip. Did I seriously live here at one point? If so, why was I constantly looking at the map and was the one person who got pickpocketed?
The first stop was obviously La Boqueria on Las Ramblas.
I wish I could have said I tried this.
Jackie has been waiting eight years to have Spanish melon again. One person's chirimoya is another person's honeydew.
Jacky Alexandra Barcelona, WHAT?
Duda was one of the managers of our hostel. Duda has a lotta love to give and "digs my energy." If I was high as a kite all of the time, I would dig my energy too. I wear my "Sant Jordi" hostel pin for Duda.
Aforementioned porn producer. Alleged porn producer.
The second reason I came to Barcelona: churros & chocolate.
Flamenco in Placa Reial.
A really sad attempt to mimic flamenco poses in Placa Reial.
My gazing lovingly at Jackie caught on camera.
Resting after sightseeing in the 90+ degree heat. And by sightseeing I mean walking 500 meters and eating a gelato.
The girl travels right.
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Is pic #3 cow snout or pig snout? Because I love a good cow snout...pig snout, not so much!
ReplyDeleteI am unsure as to what a "churro" is...but if it is dipped in chocolate, I'm in. Send me some?
ReplyDeleteFried dough rolled around in sugar...basically a donut with as much surface area as possible. Genius. Addictive. The perfect thing to get your mind off of losing a wallet.
ReplyDeletei have no internet at my house!! i will comment come, sept. 1st when i get connected.
ReplyDeleteI like your outfits, your dance moves, and Nina's comments--HOLLA NINA!
ReplyDeletei propose churros w/a nutella-based dip...
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