I love Barcelona. The fresh seafood, the cheap public transport (except the after-midnight crazyass expensive airport taxi to our B&B), the sunny weather... And of course the little incident that will forever mark this place as being special. (no I didn't poo my pants)
There was the obligatory marvelling at Gaudi's brilliantly organic buildings.
There's strolling down the busy La Rambla towards the port. And just sit at the marina and daydream the afternoon away. Or launch into an intelligent debate on why the bigger fish don't team up and attack a seagull.
The magical fountain of Montjuic (I had to wikipedia to find out that the name means Jewish Mountain. Duh.) where all your dreams come true! Or at least, you go aaaaaaaah.
Squids are a must-try when in Barcelona. Grilled, deepfried, whatever way they come in, try. I miss them so much, oh my chipirones.
I suppose a visit to Spain wouldn't be complete without looting their Zara and Mango (and Desigual) outlets. And so I had my first shopping spree in Europe.My only regret this trip? Not buying a Barcelona FC jersey. Boohoo!
