We arrived in Barcelona on Friday, the 19th of May, after about 22 hours in the air and airports. We took a tour of the old quarter, had lunch, a brief nap and then met the gang outside in the square to plan the evening. The olive trees were green.
They decided we should go to Orio–not for cookies!
Inside, we soon settled in:
Drank good wine, munched on the tapas and renewed old times.
What a selection. They even prepared special tapas selections for Ellen that were gluten-free.
April in Barcelona. Watch out Paris.