The Last Supper

Before Karla headed back to the states, a world of hamburgers, pizzas, fried chicken and so many other splendid foods, we celebrated by eating what she loved most in this country. We found ourselves in a strange ship like restaurant, eating tortilla de patata, tortilla de roquefort, patatas bravas, pan amb tomaquet and drinking a glass of rioja. After a long day of walking, this was exactly our bodies needed. Then the night before she left, we went to the xampanyeria, a place I was at the first time I was ever in Barcelona (six years ago!) where you can get delicious cava for 2 euros (a bottle) and yummy bocadillos for 1.45! The catch is that the place is super duper tiny and you are squished in among countless of other people eating their bocadillos, but it's worth every toe stepping moment. Barcelona misses you Karla!