One week was enough to get me to fall in love with this place, similarly as to how I fell in love with Hangzhou. I miss walking around everywhere, I miss drinking at 11 am (obviously you need wine with your breakfast tapas!), I miss the odd shopping experiences, I miss the Spaniards.
I miss the food, too. The delicious, mouth-watering, decadent, fantastic food.
Alas, I am stateside, and in the Northeast, and it’s really effing cold here. There’s no trace of Iberian love anywhere. Well, not really. In an effort to catch up with a friend and recapture a bit of my May trip, we headed to a local restaurant where there’s a language barrier, ample food and drink, and corners in which one can tell secrets.