I am drunk on Barcelona, on the richness of life, on the siesta, late rises, Gaudi, good weather, buildings, bike lanes and cava. Cava, cava, cava. It's cheap, it's yummy, it's splendid!
And to top it all off, last night I found the original Champaneria! It exists. There are two! In what other city could you find two champanerias quite like these? I defy you to tell me. But first, let me take you to these ones first. Please.
People spill out onto the pavements and drink cava out of old-fashioned champagne glasses - not flutes, but real glasses - you know the ones with the wide brim and short body? Of course you do, the ones with which you can tell how drunk you are by how much of each glass goes into your mouth compared to onto your dress? (Or more unpopularly, onto your mate's new shoes?)
You must buy food with your bottle of cava (you may buy cava by the glass, but this is a rare event and should be avoided if possible) and there is such a delicious selection - bocadillos galore and a selection of cooked Spanish sausage is highly recommended. What is not recommended is for vegetarians to visit. It's all meat and cava. Nothing else. But for what more could a girl ask?
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