Last weekend I was coaxed into another weekend in Barcelona, and let me just say I'm very glad I am such a pushover. The weekend was brilliant. Both sunny and warm; something I haven't experienced for almost 10 months.
The trip started Friday night with some paella and wine along the beach, and then we did some wadding along the ocean. Saturday we went to the Sagrada Famillia and the beach (the beach was my particular favorite for its sun, water, and women). Saturday night we were about to call it an early night, but decided a couple drinks wouldn't hurt. During our search for the perfect night club, we heard a very loud crowd. With a little more attention, we discovered the crowd was a bunch of Americans (I guess that's why they were loud) on a pub crawl. Since we fit in so well with our American accents, we decided to join them, and after a long night, we arrived back at the hotel at the early hour of 4:00am.
Our Sunday was cut short by the long previous night, so we only had a couple of useful hours before we had to catch our flight. We decided to have some tappas, and the receptionist at the hotel recommend the perfect place. It was at this restaurant with absolutely no tourists (minus us) where I had the best seafood of my life.
If you'd like to see the weak pictures I took from this weekend, click here.
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