cava-licious: How to spend a perfect Saturday

Yesterday, I think I was able to have a sudden grasp on how to spend a fantastic saturday with a buddy. After a long night of dancing the night before, I pushed and shoved my body to budge with me in order to get up at 8am and be at the metro station at 9am, to meet with The Susannas. We were getting our hair done. Let me explain, the last time I cut my hair was in March; I spent the entire summer in the ocean, sun and chlorine so you can imagine my already delicate locks, fried and stiff, angry for having mistreated them so. One of Susanna's friends is a hairdresser and although I vowed to Ramon that his hands would be the only hands that could clip my curls, I agreed to get my hair done by a Barcelonean. The three of us marched down to the salon and Suasanna and I allowed for the strong hands of the hairdresser to massage away our summer blues and give us a new and fresh look. I even got my hair blown straight to feel different for a day.

After having coffees and getting a new look, we headed near my neighborhood to find stuff for my new apartment. For the first time since I moved to Bcn, I have the desire to buy something as simple as a sugar bowl, a hand towel, or a red curtain. I can happily say i now have the strength and courage to decorate the place I call home. For lunch, we ate pan amb tomate, fresh bread with tomatoes rubbed on it, infused olive oil, and cheeses straight from Switzerland. Then we headed to the countryside of Catalunya to be part of the cava festival in Sant Sadurni. Cava is the 'champagne' of Spain, Sant Sadurni is the region that Champagne would be in France. We had a blast, drank some of the best Cava, saw the Cava Queen, a famous model and actress (Veronica 'something'), ate honey glazed pears and duck, canelones, fideau, and enjoyed the atmosphere, relaxed with people holding glasses in their hand, pink and golden bubbles that bring the rosiness out in everyone's cheeks. Susanna and I took deep breaths in both of exhaustion and the simple pleasure of having the luck to live like this. I was surrounded by tipsy Catalanes who insisted in speaking only in Catalan to me and for the first time in a long time, I laid my head on my pillow and before going to sleep smiled at the feeling that I have finally created a little world for myself in a place I dreamt of long ago...and that's how you spend the perfect Saturday in october in bcn with one of your amazing friends...