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.
We shared some tapas and sangria.
We witnessed a protest…
And then we met up again on Monday for a walk around the market.
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.
And then we got some coffee.
And then went out for more cava and some tapas and some cake that was once voted the best chocolate cake ever.
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.
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.