I went up to Barcelona this weekend to meet up with a fellow blogger and her cocker spaniel Inca. She writes here!
I met them in Poble Sec where I spotted this thin stripey building
We had a lovely lunch in a Canarian restaurant.
Is that the right adjective to use? The food was from the Canaries.
I once went to Gozo, near Tenerife for winter sunshine and to get rid of my annual Cornish bronchiatis.
I remember this holiday for three things mainly
1. My friend complained on the first night that I was breathing too loudly and keeping her awake so I spent the entire week sleeping on the sofa
2. While she drove around the island in a hired car, I went for a boat trip which included lunch on board and a lot of Canarian wine. The sea was rough and it was very invigorating sitting at the prow and being pitched up and down over the waves.
I became so absorbed in watching a very attractive fellow passenger that I followed him off at the wrong port and had to shout for the boat to let me back on to take me home.
3. I then went to cool myself down with a swim in the sea and as the Atlantic waves are quite fierce on those shores I got knocked over and lost my glasses in the swell.
Actually there were four memorable things
4. For the first time I ate Papas Arrugadas – the wonderful wrinkly potatoes with green and red spicy sauce. I have never tasted them again until yesterday in Poble Sec