|Barcelona at night|
|Down the street from my flat|
|In front of Gaudi's famous church|
The streets are lined with buildings that have stood for 100's of years and characterized by ornate wrought iron and old stone. Dorothy, we're definitely not in Kansas any more. My first night in the city was a quiet one catching tapas in the gothic area of the city. This part of the city was a labyrinth of massive stone that felt like I was on a movie set yet it was the real thing. Very cool. It's true what they say in that the city doesn't really wake up in the evening until ten and meals are meant to be enjoyed. Tapas and some phenomenal red wine set me up for a great night of sleep, but late nights, heavy dinner, and red wine are not always a runner's friend.
I planned out my Tuesday speed work for Monday which called for six Yasso 800's plus warm-up and cooldown. I charted a route that would run me under the Arc de Triomphe and head towards to Mediterranian boardwalk. My "times" were all over the map and I forgot to start my Garmin again a couple times, but who cares, "I'm doing frickin' Barts (Yasso's) in Barcelona" I was thinking to myself. Only challenge with this run was that I got lost on the way back. How is that possible with a Garmin strapped to your wrist. Guess, I'd better read the manual.
That evening offered a big client dinner at Sensi which was the best meal of the week and one of the most memorable meals I've ever had; tapas that included tuna tartare, filet of beef with dauphinoise potatoes, and a chocolate fondant--think the best chocolate volcano cake you've ever eaten.
|Looking like a dork and a tourist|
After a late night of entertaining, I had meetings and a ton of walking the next day. I probably suffered from not enough hydration (of the H2O kind) but I kept a liter bottle of water near my bed to try and keep up the fluids.
|My "flat" neighborhood|
The restaurant with the loftiest expectations was Els Quatre Gats (four cats) and failed to meet expectations. Dignitaries for decades have dined there including Jimmy Carter. Picasso had his first exhibition of paintings in 1900, and a scene from the movie, "Vicki, Christina, Barcelona" was filmed there. I couldn't help but think I had a two in 250 chance of rubbing my rump on the same chair as Scarlett Johanssen or Penelope Cruz--I probably got Rosalyn Carter's chair instead. I (like Bardem from VCB) dined on a typical Catalan dish, bread with tomato paste and olive oil--except I was with three telecom executives instead of "Scarjo." The service and food quality fell way short however. More like four dogs. I would try it again to improve my odds on the Scarjo chair and giving them the benefit that perhaps it was an "off night."
Final verdict...add it to your bucket list!