So fast forward…
I returned home from Asia in October 2017. I worked at my family’s pub all over the Christmas period and by January was getting itchy feet again, so I booked several small trips to Europe.
I was supposed to go to Norway with my sister, but unfortunately came down with a nasty flu-like bug and didn’t think it was a good idea to travel. Needless to say, I was pretty bummed because Norway is the epitome of #travelgoals.
Luckily, I recovered in time to head off to Barcelona in February to see my old college buddy who had been living there for a while. I’d wanted to go to Barcelona for ages so it was certainly eagerly anticipated and even the annoyingly loud Essex girls in the seats behind me could not put a dampener on my mood as I stared out the window at the view of the Pyrenees…
I hopped off the plane, got a ticket for the bus, got on the subway and immediately got very lost for quite a while before finding my hostel. Once I had eventually checked in, I freshened up and messaged T, and we arranged to meet in Placa Catalunya after he finished work by the fountains.
We then walked to El Nacional for a glass or two of Vino Blanco…
Then as more people started to filter in, we decided to grab in a table in the tapas section in the surrounding restaurant enclaves before it got too busy
This turned out to be a good choice, as it started to get packed later on in the evening, as the Spanish tend to have dinner quite late. Most decent tapas places don’t open or start serving food until around 7:30 but only really get busy at around 8:30 – 9:00pm
We had a fantastic catch-up and it was a wonderful introduction to Barcelona so I couldn’t wait to see what I would discover over the course of a week there…
The Gypsy Heart Travels 