Dream trip day 42   churches, mercado, tacos

At our apartment I find we have instant coffee, plus a fast water boiler. I decide to give it a go.

It’s not bad, not good either, I find adding a bit of sugar helps. Instant coffee definitely has a kick to it and I’m buzzing, ready to go.

Near Arc de Triumph we stumble on a taco joint and decide to try it.


Spanish food is very different than Mexican food. Tacos are not a thing here just as all rice, main dishes aren’t prevalent in Mexico like here.

This place cranks out an amazing amount of tacos quickly and all were very tasty too, made by one dude in the back.

They have 5 sauces bottles from mild to very hot on the tables, plus #6 which you must ask for as its supposed to be insane hot.

It’s a bit spicy but not bad, maybe a bit of habanero, just not an eye watering amount like you’re lead to believe as its behind the counter.

We are in search of a gothic cathedral Jeremy wants to tour so we walk through narrow streets in the Gothic part of Barcelona and soon locate it.

There are always buskers playing guitar or accordion out front of these cathedral, also bubble men: guys with ropes and dish soap creating large bubbles to pop to the delight of children and annoyance of adults.

Si and I wait out front and eventually grab a beer whilst Jeremy tours.

We are near a main walking route and are hounded by beggars. please, por favor, American! un poco?’

So many beggers you just don’t know what to do or say. The hardest to deal with are older ladies who just stick out their hand and wait or walk into you so you have to stop and then they wait, saying nothing, hand outstretched.

We find Jeremy out front and head over to a Picasso museum close by.

On the way we spy another mercardo, this is where Si and I will check out whilst Jeremy views art.

It’s a small mercardo, nothing comparable to the huge Valencia one or the packed Madrid mercardo.

We get a fresh juice, I chose strawberry, and it’s sweet and satisfying.

After walking a bit we sit down at a small tapas place.

Couple beers, couple snacks, nice breeze.

An argument occurs near us between a couple buskers, very loud, to the point I feel a fight will happen. They take their music turf seriously over here, certain restaurants are moneymakers it seems.

Jeremy joins us and we have another beer and plot the evening.

I spy a table full of Asians, one has a bag and is distributing individually wrapped chicken wings to her friends. The package is clearly from an Asian market and it makes me wonder how is the chicken not spoiled? What sort of Asian magic makes long ago cooked, room temp wings edible?

We decide to head back to the apt, I feel an instant coffee is needed for the evening.

It’s time to visit La Rambla street, a long road that leads to the port.

Out host warned us upon check in to watch our pockets and front, it’s full of hookers and pickpockets.

A short metro and we soon find a big road that opens up and splits, one way traffic on each side and large walkway in the middle with restaurants

We are starving at this point as Bfest was hours ago and only coffee and croissant.

It’s close to game time, only 1 night game now that opening round is over. We have to pick something quick.

A diner is chosen as its the only one with a TV and table open.

Tapas for me, pizza for Jeremy as its an Italian joint.

Rather expensive meatballs, but pretty tasty.

Now the games are less interesting as teams, defense are better so usually 1 goal or shootout is decider.

We stroll down La Rambla in search of a pub, but only find whores, very aggressive ones at that who grab at you but clearly are in search of your wallet.

The road turns into a port so we have found the ocean again.

A lighthouse is shining towards the sea, even after all these years, that’s the best way to alert ships of land.

An Irish pub is found and pints are procured.

Another singer guitarist is playing multi song medleys to the delight of the crowd while we have pints.

The metro stops running at midnight but our host told us that taxis are cheap and they do not charge extra per person thus making a ride cost about as much as the metro.

It’s late and there are all sorts of loud, wasted people all over the street, it begins to feel dangerous.

There is a long queue of people at a busy intersection so we get in line as taxis swoop in taking people away.

Sure enough it works out to €2 per person, a bit less than a ride on metro.

Another groc store is found and supplies are procured, ham flavored chips only sound like a good idea, I can attest. Just buy real ham, especially if you’re in Spain, ham country.

The night ends watching porn previews whilst eating, staying classy…

Beer: Murphy’s Irish Red
Song: Hitabaldääs Towards the Black Hole (Sau Poler remix)

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