It's hard enough to get back to the drudgery of regular life after a great vacation. Being sick just makes it that much more cruel. We all seem to be better now, except Grace because she's indestructible and never felt sick anyway. Alex still has a cough, but the fevers and bad stomachs and general ick feelings have passed.
As much as I loved Barcelona, I was not impressed with the food. Perhaps we just didn't eat in the right places or maybe I'm spoiled by the fabulous meals here in Italy, but we never ate a meal that was really delicious. There were some excellent pastries and an occasional yummy side dish, but overall? Meh. I tried tapas, I tried paella, and felt like I got the idea of Spanish food, but it didn't do much for me.
I think our favorite meal might have been at the Hard Rock Cafe, a place we usually avoid because of the crowds and the prices. But while I could have looked at churches and stunning architecture all week, the kids were bored with it and requested something fun like this. And it was fun, once we got a table. And the food was so American! That was a treat.
We often had a difficult time finding something we wanted to eat on the Spanish menus.
I don't think cava glaze, whatever that is, is enough to get me past eating hooves.
We visited a food market that was one overwhelmingly display of ingredients after another.
Some sections were more overwhelming than others, at least to our sense of smell.
Is 65 Euro for a whole pig a good price? I don't know. That doesn't include cava glaze, I'm sure.
Someplace that smelled a LOT better was the Museum of Chocolate. Check out our entrance ticket:
A chocolate bar!
I think there were many informative and educational displays in the museum, but I was way too excited by all the different chocolate scupltures to learn anything.
A chocolate bullfight!
The dirt is chocolate sprinkles. Never have I so much wanted to eat dirt before.