I am sad to say that I took no pictures during the one night I spent in Barcelona.
Wish I had more time in Barcelona, as the architecture was stunning and the city seemed more arty than Madrid.
I met Franz #79 on the train from Montpellier to Barcelona, and we spent the evening ieating tapas and drinking sangria at a hole-in-the-wall.
While I prefer neighboring France, one thing I love about Spain is the tapas. (Tapas are Spanish snacks or appetizers. It is traditional to order several tapas to make a full meal that everyone shares.)
There is little I love more than going out to dinner with friends and family, ordering several dishes, and eating off of each others’ plates. It is intimate and, IMO, more fun and filling than when everyone orders and sticks to their separate entrees (as so often happens in America).
I love the tapas concept so much, in fact, that if you are a friend or family member, you better get used to sharing saliva and backwash with me around the dinner table.
After an abbreviated stay in Barcelona, I left the next morning to Madrid. On June 10, I took a short flight from Madrid to Marrakech, Morocco.