This July I visited Barcelona for the third time with my best friend Beckie.
I don’t typically like to go back to the same place, mainly because I worry that ‘it will never be as good as the first time’ but I’ve found that some places are an exception to this, Barcelona being one of them (Bondi is another).
So, when earlier this year I saw that Generator Hostels were running a 1-euro-a-night sale, I couldn’t resist booking us in for a long weekend.
Fast forward to one week before the trip and I was exhausted from my London life and the thought of staying in a hostel wasn’t really appealing (no offence Generator, the hostel does look fab!) but I wasn’t sleeping well, I was just a few weeks into a new job and my love life was playing out like an episode of sex and the city. I needed a break, not a party holiday and so I decided to bite the bullet and booked us in to an apartment instead.
We arrived at the apartments early afternoon on the Friday, already giggly from a few glasses of cava on the plane and proceeded to head back to some familiar stomping ground from the previous trips…
For delicious sushi (and bad service), we headed to Nomo. Nom, nom, nom.
Cava sangria and paella more your thing? Seek out ‘Chiringuita‘, just a short walk from metro stop ‘Ciutadella del port Olypmica’ (turn left along the promenade).
Old favourites aside, the next day was all about seeking out new ground so we headed to the El Born region (closest metro is Jaume), as recommended by one of Beckie’s colleagues. After a morning baking at the beach, our first thought was for food and so we wandered the streets seeking out the perfect spot finally settling on ‘Bubo‘ situated opposite the picturesque Santa Maria Del Mar cathedral.
Everything on the menu sounded delicious and we certainly weren’t disappointed when the array of modern tapas dishes arrived…
That afternoon we ventured back to Barceloneta beach where we napped, made friends with the locals and planned our evening at Shoko, one of the more cosmopolitan restaurants lining the beach just to the right of Port Olimpic.
Although the restaurant was certainly stylish and the service much better than that of Nomo, the sushi left a little to be desired. Sneaking a peek at our neighbours dishes however showed that perhaps we’d chosen the wrong menu choices for this particular restaurant as everything else looked incredible.
As you can probably tell from this trip so far, the focus was mainly on soaking up the sun, searching for good food and (naturally when I’m with Beckie) lots of laughter. That’s the great thing about returning to a place for a second or third time, the tourist attractions have already been ticked off and so instead you can focus on just enjoying a more leisurely view of the city. Sometimes when just sitting back in a cafe, enjoying a Sunday morning coffee and stroll or having dinner at a favourite restaurant, you can actually get to feel more how it would be to live as a local in a city.
And just as I was thinking that I could really see myself living in Barcelona the heavens opened and instead of running for cover, I pirouetted across the courtyard instead.
Yes Barcelona, that’s what you can do to a girl.
I’ll be back! xo