barthelona.
Barcelona
OK i know I’ve been terrible at this. but I’m doing it all right now.
backing it up to weeks ago like MORE than a month ago. yeah i get it I’m sorry I’ve had a life I’m based in london now so its just hard.
Arrive. Barcelona. weather was average – at best. it was raining, a little cold – not the spain we were expecting. spirits were high. heading to our apartment we meet our spanish señor. Jose. he was our little spanish mario, this guy spoke not ONE word of english but said a lot of Si. even after constantly telling him we didn’t understand, with the help of andres robot translator, he spoke more spanish – thinking we could understand. he was an absolute legend. we managed to get out of him that he had champagne in the fridge. to be honest that was the most important part. (tbh very similar situations in the Devitsakis family – absolutely no regard for the people that cant understand greek. just speak at them louder and slower in greek until they nod)
few recommendations in Barcelona but the one which really took the cake was the initial mesaage from mama dev sending a pic of connisakis drinking a bucket of beers – we took it upon ourselves to create a scavenger hunt to find this exact spot. This is the result.
also dad – I’m embarrassed you were drinking radlers. people were laughing at you, teasing you, calling you names. but don’t worry i held up the devitsaki name – drank some stronger beers.
Food Market – MJ – like a kid in a candy store. literally. she bought a lot of candy. we ate oysters, we ate tapas, we did the market. honestly – i wish more exciting things happened. but these are those photos.
(these are dragon feet.) also. these also aren’t in order of the week. I’m writing this a week later – its REAL hard to remember what we did. but Cal Pep was one of the more memorable activities.
So – this “restaurant” opened at 7.30 – mil had a few recommendations to get there early. so we do. ill set the scene – its raining. were in line. Aaron and andre biggest space cadets in the history of the world was doing his own thing while we get rushed in to this tiny restaurant. we soon find out this restaurant is not a restaurant – and its just a bar. the first 15 people get seated at the bar. the Barcelona 7 get rushed in and seated. we get huddled in on this bar – so much anxiety going on. what is happening? noone actually knew. drinks? drinks! wine! white! MORE? food yes? yes. hurry sit. why are there empty chairs?
nek minit. oh my god guys. wheres aaron and andre? why are there empty seats?. where is these people? Aaron? ANDRE where are you.holy shit where the fuck are you oh my god guys, please come soon. the chef is yelling. where. are. they.
enter. the space cadets. they were just down the road.
having. a. beer.
they enter the chaos. they sit down. and it begins the food starts charging at us. plate after plate. it was a race. the biggest race of them all. a food race. there was honestly so much anxiety to eat all this food they put to us. fish, clams, monkfish, seafood, some of the best meals in the world.if you ate it wrong, you were yelled at. you HAD to eat the fish heads. YOU HAD TO SOUP UP THE CLAM SAUCE WITH THE SHELL. YOU WERE NOT ALLOWED TO USE YOUR FORKS. HANDS ONLY. we literally had no idea what was happening. MORE WINE? YES MORE WINE PLEASE STOP YELLING AT US. The food was incredible. honestly so fun. dessert – one of the best. creme catalana. pretty much a brûlée.. anyway. i can’t explain properly how awesome it was. we walked out so giddy. was such a epic couldnt even get photos it was so stressful. but this was dessert. experience.
Exploited warehouse party night. after a banging dinner at Cera 23 next to our apartment – we had one epic fun activity organised which was this warehouse party. epic – ill leave it at that. theres obvioulsy no photos from that. it was dark everyone will understand why there was no photos.
La Famlia Sagrdia. Saw that. Liked that. tourist friends and neighbours doing all the touristy things.
also mass side note. i bought a selfie stick. bartered down from 8 euro to 5 euro. real happy days, until i broke it 3 minutes later. honestly, don’t want to talk about it. the laughter that came from tom was something no one has ever heard before. the humiliation was real.
We did the beach, lots of g-bangers and lots of new boob, and a unfortunate amount of old boob. dem spaniards hey?
i can’t really remember the things that happened. I’m just smashing these out because of how terrible I’ve been. but i know people care / even if they don’t want to.
