Our first full day in Barcelona saw us meandering like drunkards between the pure excitement of the new and the body heaviness of jetlag. We wandered through the back streets to find a lovely, ageless tapas restaurant that opened up from a narrow street frontage into a set of cavernous, atmospheric rooms divided by brick arches. Our fare included potato garlic omlette, Russian salad, tuna empanadas and bruschetta. 
Later we visited the Picasso Museum which primarily unfolded the early years of the maestro’s life revealing him to be a talented artist even in childhood. The gallery was housed in a wonderful old stone building a few blocks from our hotel.
The streets of El Born during the daytime are alive with art, design, fresh ideas, graffiti, and wonderful bakeries and restaurants.
In the evening we walked over to La Barceloneta, an eighteenth century, working class waterfront district. We promenaded along the beach down to the massive Gehry fish sculpture overlooking the Mediterranean at twilight before landing at the El Rey de la Gamba fish restaurant, where we ate alfresco, sampling thick, buttery monkfish and a huge seafood paella along with a bottle of rustic house wine. We enjoyed our walk home past the Lichtenstein sculpture to our hotel, arriving happy and worn-out from a full-day.
It is now 4am local time and jetlag has won the battle. The crowds are still singing and engaging in a lively banter down on the streets. I awoke from a dream in which I was watching a movie that was based on a book that was based on a fairy tale. I woke with the odd feeling that I had walked into someone else’s dream.
In the evening we walked over to La Barceloneta, an eighteenth century, working class waterfront district. We promenaded along the beach down to the massive Gehry fish sculpture overlooking the Mediterranean at twilight before landing at the El Rey de la Gamba fish restaurant, where we ate alfresco, sampling thick, buttery monkfish and a huge seafood paella along with a bottle of rustic house wine. We enjoyed our walk home past the Lichtenstein sculpture to our hotel, arriving happy and worn-out from a full-day.
It is now 4am local time and jetlag has won the battle. The crowds are still singing and engaging in a lively banter down on the streets. I awoke from a dream in which I was watching a movie that was based on a book that was based on a fairy tale. I woke with the odd feeling that I had walked into someone else’s dream.
2 comments:
Looks like you've found that tortilla already. I expect the fog will lift soon x
Jonathan,
Barcelona - The Ultimate tortilla! Off to Montjuic, Miro and the Magic Fountain. We Love you guys!
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