In Berlin our main goal was shopping, sorry sightseeing. In Barcelona the idea was to eat. And then eat some more. Having chosen the main eateries, all our other plans, that we really didn't have, were made around those. On Friday we wanted to have dinner in one small fish restaurant and on Saturday to have lunch in the Argentinian buffet. First monkey wrench in the plan appeared in Frankfurt when I was checking the opening times of the fish restaurant and it turned out that the family who is owning it, is having holidays and the place is closed. Quick Google also claimed that the door of the Argentinian joint has been closed for awhile. Oh, well.
Anyway, the morning had broken and us, who booked a quiet room could watch other windows few meters away instead of stretching ourselves on the sunny balconies overlooking Via Laietana. We went out and since our hotel is nicely located in El Born, we made a quick stop in the bread store, where Scott bought bocadilla con jamon y queso and few little chocolate croissants and sat down in a cafe next to the market. Got some more chocolate criossants, coffee and enjoyed the morning.
We walked to La Sagrada Familia. The mentioned life- and post lifework of Gaudi is built mainly using donations and ticket money. Considering the ticket price I'm sort of surprised that they haven't finished it yet. The fee to go up in the tower was 35 EUR. We continued our walk on the ground with no additional fee and went to Gracia, because as far as I knew, this area was filled with cute little cafes with delicious food. We took seats in one of the cafes on a square and had some few days old churros and not really tasty patatas bravas. On the way back we took a look at my favourite churros joint (still there and opened) and decided for a safe choice for lunch - a local place in El Born that I knew from previous trips was good. Turned out that even though the place was good 15 years ago and 10 years ago, by 2018 the things had changed and the food fairly disappointing.
Before going back to the hotel we also walked a bit in El Raval. Nothing had changed there - the girls with short skirts and priced per hour were still standing on the street waiting for Richard Gere to arrive. Half an hour before the sunset I had that amazing idea of going and watching the sunset on the beach. We sprinted to the beach with speed that would have left Usain Bolt in our dust. We sat on the sand, watched the sun setting and since 30.000 steps were not enough for Scott, we walked up and down the beach some. For the dinner we chose based on a trustful recommendation a small bar in Barceloneta and had some delicious pork (Scott), OK cod fish salad (me), fairly disappointing patatas bravas (neither of us), delicious Crema Catalana (me) and some homemade chocolate truffles (Scott). I had ordered the cod salad, I knew exactly how it's supposed to look like and the waiter brought me a bowl full of lettuce with some pieces of crab meat and tuna. Turned out that in his mind I ordered Ensalada de atun, not Esquixada. Despite me even pointing my finger at what I want when placing the order, it was still somehow my fault that I got the wrong salad. Patatas bravas were supposed to be best in town in that joint. Apparently the ones claiming that, hadn't eaten those anywhere else. We paid and returned to the hotel. 33.000 steps and then some.
Anyway, the morning had broken and us, who booked a quiet room could watch other windows few meters away instead of stretching ourselves on the sunny balconies overlooking Via Laietana. We went out and since our hotel is nicely located in El Born, we made a quick stop in the bread store, where Scott bought bocadilla con jamon y queso and few little chocolate croissants and sat down in a cafe next to the market. Got some more chocolate criossants, coffee and enjoyed the morning.
We walked to La Sagrada Familia. The mentioned life- and post lifework of Gaudi is built mainly using donations and ticket money. Considering the ticket price I'm sort of surprised that they haven't finished it yet. The fee to go up in the tower was 35 EUR. We continued our walk on the ground with no additional fee and went to Gracia, because as far as I knew, this area was filled with cute little cafes with delicious food. We took seats in one of the cafes on a square and had some few days old churros and not really tasty patatas bravas. On the way back we took a look at my favourite churros joint (still there and opened) and decided for a safe choice for lunch - a local place in El Born that I knew from previous trips was good. Turned out that even though the place was good 15 years ago and 10 years ago, by 2018 the things had changed and the food fairly disappointing.
Before going back to the hotel we also walked a bit in El Raval. Nothing had changed there - the girls with short skirts and priced per hour were still standing on the street waiting for Richard Gere to arrive. Half an hour before the sunset I had that amazing idea of going and watching the sunset on the beach. We sprinted to the beach with speed that would have left Usain Bolt in our dust. We sat on the sand, watched the sun setting and since 30.000 steps were not enough for Scott, we walked up and down the beach some. For the dinner we chose based on a trustful recommendation a small bar in Barceloneta and had some delicious pork (Scott), OK cod fish salad (me), fairly disappointing patatas bravas (neither of us), delicious Crema Catalana (me) and some homemade chocolate truffles (Scott). I had ordered the cod salad, I knew exactly how it's supposed to look like and the waiter brought me a bowl full of lettuce with some pieces of crab meat and tuna. Turned out that in his mind I ordered Ensalada de atun, not Esquixada. Despite me even pointing my finger at what I want when placing the order, it was still somehow my fault that I got the wrong salad. Patatas bravas were supposed to be best in town in that joint. Apparently the ones claiming that, hadn't eaten those anywhere else. We paid and returned to the hotel. 33.000 steps and then some.
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