Thursday, November 26, 2009

Patatas bravas

We walked all day, what seemed to be 10 or maybe even twenty miles. we were famished and looking for a good place to have a hearty meal. The occasion? Thanksgiving in Barcelona. We tried to see all the sites during the day of course, but we out did ourselves. what looked like short walks on the map turned into long misguided turns to streets we couldn't even find on our "guide to Barcelona", nonetheless we were determined. we had our end goal in sight and that was a feast.being typical Americans we got back to out meeting point just at the right time to have our dinner, our feast. sadly we found that everything was closed and would reopen in a couple of hours. So we kept walking, surely something would be open. We found a little cafe our typical American fantasy of a feast was minimized to patatas bravas, paellas, and vino tinto, It was delicious. probably one of the best Thanksgiving meals i had ever had. The company, setting, and just the people and culture around made it one of the best experiences of my life. Sorry America, BBQ, gravy, mashed potatoes, and turkey just don't cut it for me anymore.

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