Night out with Ian - Tapas in Barcelona

We didn’t go skydiving.

Meeting a friend in Barcelona.

It’s weird how small the world can be. As I said before, I picked a great time to be in Barcelona because I know a lot of people passing through. Like Ian, who’s an ex-coworker of my friend Emily and who I’ve met a few times before. He took a couple of weeks vacation to travel through Portugal and Spain and ended his trip this weekend in Barcelona.

We met up on Saturday and wandered around the city.

Heart in Barcelona

We shared some tapas and sangria.

Tapas in Barcelona

Tapas in Barcelona

Tapas in Barcelona

Tapas in Barcelona

We witnessed a protest…


Protest in Barcelona

Protest in Barcelona

And then we met up again on Monday for a walk around the market.

Market in Barcelona

Market in Barcelona

We got some pintxos and cava. And I somehow ended up getting two different tuna ones. But both were delicious. And the purple one tasted like a jelly doughnut. And the pie shaped one tasted like smoke.

Pintxos in Barcelona

Pintxos in Barcelona

Pintxos in Barcelona

And then we got some coffee.

Coffee in Barcelona

Coffee in Barcelona

And then went out for more cava and some tapas and some cake that was once voted the best chocolate cake ever.

Cava and tapas in Barcelona

Cava and tapas in Barcelona

Cava and tapas in Barcelona

Cava and tapas in Barcelona

Cava and tapas in Barcelona

Cava and tapas in Barcelona

Cava and tapas in Barcelona

Cava and tapas in Barcelona

And then we ended the night at some small bar and played pool with some expats. I am terrible at pool. Though at one point I did manage to hit in three in a row. Which may have been the only time in my life that’s ever happened.

Playing pool in Barcelona

Cava and tapas in Barcelona

Cava and tapas in Barcelona

And then we called it a night. After not going skydiving at 10pm on a military base. And no, that is not one of those times I say I didn’t do something and I did.

And Ian left in the morning, back to Chicago.

Hi, I'm Val. I spent most of my 20s in a standstill, unable to pick which path in life I wanted to take. I wanted the nomadic life of a traveler but also wanted the husband, the condo, and the kitten. Unable to decide which life I wanted more, I did nothing. When I turned 30 I’d had enough of putting my life on hold and decided to start “choosing my figs.” So, I quit my job, bought a one-way ticket to Europe, and traveled for three years. Now I'm back in Chicago, decorating my apartment in all the teal, petting my cats, and planning my next adventure.

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  • Ali
    September 23, 2011at7:08 am

    I love your pictures, more awesome every time I see them!

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