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.
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.