No one in their sane mind would end up traveling to Barcelona for a long weekend over Easter, but I hope you got to know me well enough to know that, no, this is not the case.
I have packed up in 5 minutes on a Thursday afternoon and was flying on Friday morning, directed to Barcelona with the sisters, the just-turned-18 cousin, and the parents in tow. Of course, no one would even think it could have got slightly expensive given the time of the year, but we like to spend money we don’t have – plus my parents are really restricted with holidays so it had to be this way.
Having been there before – at least the three of us – we had minimal planning to do, and everything went just well, happy parents, happy cousin. Maybe not the best weather – imagine the annoyance of leaving London just as the temperatures start to rise and there is a bit of a grim prediction for the destination we were traveling to… – but definitely the best company and time.
A lot of walking would not describe the whole deal here: from the Sagrada Familia – our flat was literally a two-minute walk from there, such a cute space as well and a bargain too! – we have walked down to the harbor, after the previous night shenanigans with a lot of food, and sangria. The latter will become one of the most important guests in this post – drunk shopping anyone?!
The whole walking was definitely good for both sightseeing and chats, I don’t think we have ever had so much fun all together as we did while exploring the tiny streets and alleys. They are such a bunch, but I will let the picture talk for themselves.
As mentioned before, we went ‘drunk-shopping’ just after a huuuuge lunch full of more sangria (did not learn a thing from the one at the restaurant the night before) which left us feeling sorry for our wallets, oh dear. Father was instantly amused, us? Not so much.
By day two we were quite over the walking already, but still managed to walk again all the way to Casa Batlló for an early visit and it did not disappoint: while we had been before, both my parents and cousin were novice but loved every single little thing in there, so much so that my father is already planning to replicate some in their own house. After this, it was more walking, more sightseeing, and plenty of caffeine. The last night together meant a late-night walk in the area around the Sagrada Família, plenty of selfies and silly jokes and snacks and treats. Oh, and like midnight churro runs, of course. With that silky hot chocolate sauce and cinnamon, too.
Our last day together, we had opted to leave Park Güell for last: my mother was mesmerized by every little nook and corner, my father enjoyed it too, but the walk there was definitely a killer: up the hill, then down the hill, then the wrong turn, go back again… dead. It is always, always a killer – so ideally, don’t leave it for last ha!
Soon to follow, a real coffee-tour of Barcelona city, with our main 3 places for the real deal coffee, just as we love it.