croquettes |
La Sagrada Familia |
La Sagrada Familia |
degrees, sunny, a bit humid
chips, manchego, olives, hot sauce |
Steps – 22,774
Jet lag seems to be over. Nothing
is on our agenda until this evening, so we get up for a late hotel-included
breakfast. The breakfast is nothing too special, but they do have Spanish torta
(cold egg, potato, and onion baked omelette) and pan-con-tomate (bread topped
with a fresh tomato purée) along with everything else you’d expect.
cava!!! |
After breakfast we wander over to La Sagrada
Familia which is about a kilometer from our hotel. The first time
Chris and I were in Barcelona (2012 or 13, I think) we visited the inside of this
church, so we just admire the outside this time. This place is busy, not
thronging, but plenty of people. We find a bench for a bit of a sit, take a few
photos, and move along.
Hector and Chris |
When we return to Barcelona after
the cruise, we have a tour of the Estrella brewery which is close to the Sagrada
Familia, so we wander over there to take
a look. We can’t go inside, but now we
know where we have to be.
We find ourselves at one of Barcelona’s
church |
pedestrian streets for a beer. This tree lined street is small, lined with shops and bars with a smattering of tables from each bar down the middle. There are plenty of locals around which we like to see. I figure I need to find a tour with an abuela (Spanish grandmother.) These older women know how to dress for this weather…always a flowy dress with room for a breeze, I’m not sure about pockets in these dresses, but I can’t have everything.
We have to be on the go again this afternoon around 4, so we head back to the hotel for one more beer (complements of the hotel) and a siesta. While we enjoy
random street with random art |
our beer, we chat with the woman who seems to run the hotel in the day – she checked us in, worked breakfast this morning and poured our beer. The hotel has 90 rooms and apparently is nearly full.
The highlight of the day is a “Barcelona at Sunset: Tapas & Wine Tour”. With Hector our guide and 7 other people (all younger than us, all 6 Americans and one Mexican), we visited 2 bars and one restaurant in the Gothic Quarter and Born neighborhoods. Each of the places is small and independent. We start with Cava (Spain’s answer to Champagne), tomato bread, eggplant and goat cheese croquettes, cecina (Spanish dried beef) and Russian salad (potato salad and tuna that has nothing to do with Russia.) There is enough food here for a small meal and this is just our first stop. During each stop, Hector explains what we are eating and the history and stories around the food and drink. I could do with out the Russian salad, but for the croquette and beef I could have stayed all day.
chocolate mousse with olive oil and salt |
Our second stop is to an underground
cellar-type establishment. We learn about the Andalusian way of sprinkling hot
sauce on potato chips – delicious! We also have thinly sliced beef with tuna
sauce, olives (delish), Manchego (again…delish) and cod (also delish). With
this we drink red vermouth (vermút rojo) and a white wine…both delish…obs! I had never tried Spanish vermouth
but had heard of it and was keen to try. Vermút rojo is a white wine
with caramel added along with spices, fortified with brandy or other alcohol…,
kinda like a cold mulled wine.
The last stop has us at more of a
restaurant than the first 2 places. Here we start with a red wine and eat beef
cheek, Spanish hummus and a chocolate mouse drizzled with olive oil and flaky salt.
We finish with a Spanish late harvest wine.
church |
Between the 3 eating and drinking stops, Hector stops to tell us about a church we pop into, or a monument or a neighborhood. I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again…touring with a guide is the way to go. Of course, this costs a bit more, but the info and experience is something we can never get from a book.
As expected, this tour was fantastic. A
small number of people lets us get to know each other a bit over sharing travel
stories and advice. Hector guide was great throughout.
After the tour we hunted for places to
grab one last drink. All of the places we passed were a bit too thronging and
uninspiring, so we thought the craft beer place right beside our hotel would be
perfect. Nope…this place was closed by the time we got there, not super late…930,
so much for late night Spanish culture.
At this point I was in a bit of a lather,
so since we were right next to the hotel we cooled off and set out in search of
one more time for a beer. We finally found a place with an open table and were
set.
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