Mas que solamente ciudad, Barcelona. We walk.

While I woke up with headache yesterday, today Scott was in food coma and couldn't drag himself out of the bed. Finally he managed it, we packed our things, brought the luggage to the reception and started our usual route - bread store (no bocadilla con jamon y queso, no chocolate croissants), then unusual stop in another bread store (they had the bocadilla) and cafe. I went in to order coffee and chocolate croissants and coke and it turned out that the croissants arrive in 10 minutes. We were not in hurry, so we sat down in the terrace, waited for the coffee and few minutes later saw a guy biking with a huge carton full of pastries and few minutes later we had fresh coffee, cold coke and warm chocolate croissant in front of us.

While standing in the traffic jam on the cathedral square yesterday, I noticed a rooftop bar and decided that we need to get there. After the breakfast we entered the hotel, took the elevator to the roof and enjoyed the views. Since nobody came during the ten minutes we spent there to offer us food or drinks and we had taken all the pictures we wanted, we went back down. As we didn't have any other plans, we took a longer road to Gracia, had quiche and soup in a Portuguese cafe and made our way to our churrosjoint. Scott had learned from mistakes and we ordered one churro for each - I had the dulce de leche and Scott the chocolate filled churro. Walked to the hotel, took our luggage, bought some bocadillas con jamon for the road to avoid eating those lousy Lufthansa sandwiches and went to the airport. 22.556 steps after arriving home.