Barcelona is one of those cities that held the smallest resemblance to Sydney in that it had the whole city/beach thing going. However, it also had the tapas/sangria/night life/street culture on steroids that puts home to shame.
Oh and next time I'm getting a tattoo by this guy.
And thus begun our love affair with tapas.
1. 2. The most amazing apartment in El Raval; a neighbourhood that is supposedly dodgy, but I beg to differ.
3. 4. The best, and reasonably priced tapas we could find in Barcelona, recommended by Lucia the owner of the apartment - O'Toxo 3 Hermanos. Meatballs, spicy chorizo, catalan bread and god that OCTOPUS mmmmmmmmmmmmm. Oh and how could I forget the sangria?
5. Plaça de Catalunya.
6. This is the day we drank mojitos and about 1 and a half litres of Sangria in the middle of the day then ended up drunk at 4 o'clock in the afternoon at the beach without our swimmers wondering what to do.
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