When I think of Spain my mind replays scenes of tapas and sangria piled high in front of me, while a flamenco guitar player strums away on his instrument. His notes amplify with the warm, sunny mood in the air.
With warm air and good food in mind we packed our bags and headed for Barcelona. Now I know flamenco and tapas originated further south, but this city takes it all in its stride – flamenco, food, sangria, warmth, colour and an incredible food market.
I read somewhere that the Spanish don’t shop in supermarkets for their fresh food, that is what the markets are for. I could not agree more – colourful, bright, cheerful, exotic smells (good and bad!), fresh and full to overflowing with amazing looking fresh food. This is Mercat de la Boqueria, just one of Barcelona’s food havens.
Of course we had to intersperse some cultural and natural time in between all of the food.
Perhaps a more fitting title for this post might have been: Spain and My Love For Her Food. Give me tapas and sangria any day or time.