Hotel Can Misse
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... favorites combined into one glorious
dessert; a hot cinnamon roll topped with house made salted caramel.
Speaking of dessert, I thought I was in heaven with every
bite of the Lemon Mousse with Cava, topped with pearl sugar, at my latest café,
l’aram on Saturday. I seriously want to eat that on my death bed. Seriously.
Even if I have refused all food, force a spoonful of that into my mouth.
After I showed some thumbnails of my art ...
... a few of the other girls joined us and we hung around for a bit until we decided to go back. On our walk from the beach to the metro we happened across some kind of street festival with all these groups dressed up in colour themed outfits with a band and dancers/paraders and they would approach a cross intersection and perform and then move onto the next one and the next group would come and take over ...
... can kneel and kiss it. The idea is really neat but these lips aren't kissing something millions of other people have kissed. I chose instead to put my hand in between the pillar and my lips. Very beautiful experience...and no diseases to boot!
Had lunch at my first tapas bar. So yummy. I had a cheesy potato puff on a slice of Italian bread. Laurie chose the Spanish tortilla. Both were good. We also shared calamari with others in the group. Looked a little ...
... foot to find the market, too bad it was closed it closes early during the week, pretty bummed about that we decided lets go shopping this is something I really wanted to do the whole time. Dave now had been trying to get a hold of us and it was after 6 pm. By then I didn’t care what he wanted as I hardly saw him all weekend and I wanted to do shopping not wait around for Dave which felt like was what we were doing the whole weekend, but in hindsight that was our fault ...
... we are locked in again) and eat what he makes.
An hour later, after he demanded that I set the table, we ate his dinner of PASTA AND KETCHUP. That’s right, I am on a European tour, in Barcelona for only three days and I am eating pasta with Ketchup while locked in a middle-aged control freaks apartment.
This is the point where I decided I was leaving. I went to my room and packed my bags. I was leaving with or without Leah. This guy was just too weird and ...