|Our Spanish window|
With the help of our guide book, we decided to take a tour of the Barri Gòtic, or the Gothic section of Barcelona. This included the busy city square, Plaça de Catalunya, and a stroll down Avinguda Portal de el'Angel — both too touristy for my taste. The highlight, for me, was a tour of the ornate Catedral de Barcelona, which was built around the sarcophagus of Barcelona's patron saint, Eulalia, a thirteen-year-old girl who was tortured and murdered by Romans because of her Christian beliefs. This is also the site where six Native Americans were baptized when they came to Spain with Christopher Columbus.
|In Buenas Migas|
One respite from the cheesiness was an open-air market called La Boqueria. If you're counting size, this thing makes Philly's Reading Terminal look puny. It seemed like there was a dozen of every kind of store — from bakeries, to delis to produce stands. It was so colorful and fascinating to see, and the food looked fantastic. Too bad we were still full from lunch.
We went to a restaurant called Somorrostro in the beach side Barceloneta neighborhood. We thought we'd be cool and arrive late like the locals, but when we got there everyone was finishing up and we ended up closing the place down! Our meal was delicious, and quite fancy without having to pay froofy prices. Alan had a duck dish surrounded by a variety of complementary compotes and sauces, and I had a white fish served on a trio of flavorful rices. The food we've had so far has been fantastic, and the wine even better. I'll have to start keeping an eye out for Spanish wines when I get back home.
Besides sounding grumpy about some of the touristy places we saw today, I really am smitten with Barcelona. It's like God took the best grit of Rome, mixed in a little elegance from Paris and added a bucketful of Spanish flair. We're so excited to see what's next.
Have a great day, Bloggy Friends. I'll chat with you mañana.