OUCH, I’ve hit 27 now! I feel a 2nd round of quarter life crisis may be around the corner.
I have a tradition to never work on my birthday, in fact, I had taken the whole week off. There was no particular plan and no traveling intended (I swear). I just wanted a nice week off to myself. Naz, my travel partner in crime, wanted to surprise me to a little road trip within the UK. Luckily we escaped because the weather was terrible here apparently – instead we were so kindly offered the key to a free house in Marbella. Thank you again!
I have had paella a few times before but never felt like I had tried the real deal, therefore I never made up my mind about whether I like it or not. On the last day of my trip to Barcelona I was on a hunt for good authentic paella! Rinsing any credit left that I had on my phone, I found Restaurant Barceloneta and I can officially say that I like paella.
After attending the Grand Prix F1 qualifying in Bareclona, we headed to Botafumeiro which we had heard about through recommendations and we were not disappointed.
I fell in love with this tapas place as soon as I saw it. From the moment you walk in, well… you can’t exactly walk because it’s so busy, step in I mean – you know this is going to be good.
Having gone there the first day and realized that this is more of a casual event, we dressed down on the race day and even left my beloved SLR at the hotel (so excuse the not so great zoomed photos). Sunday was completely dedicated to enjoying the race and soaking up the atmosphere.
I told you I would get to the happy part! Somehow myself and my friend got to go to the F1 Grand Prix in Barcelona last weekend, really last minute with no planning (this is the kind of catch52 I’m talking about!). After the taxi journey from hell we were on our way and finally got there in the end, better late than never.