Back from Barcelona, a stunning city which I hadn't nearly enough time to appreciate. The first two days were rainy and sad, as Chris and I got ourselves lost in alleyways stamped with prostitutes and forgotten bars.
We made a stop at El Fundació Joan Miró, the shrine to one of my favorite contemporary artists. It's funny to note how many tourists flock to the Picasso museum in Barcelona, when I always found Miró to be more interesting, aesthetically and intellectually.
The paella was insane. Say hello to my little friend.
(I should note that I spared him, his shell was too daunting for my hungover lunch)
Finally, after days of searching for the "beautiful part of town", Chris and I stumbled upon it just beyond the gothic quarter. We couldn't stay long though, as we had a smelly bus to catch.
Next up, Amsterdam.