Archives for posts with tag: tapas

Misty fields early in the morning on the way to the airport. Which took me to…

Malaga! I spent the rest of the day wandering around the old town, listening to opera singers in the street, siesta-ing in my cutesie hostel, eating tapas and looking at Picasso’s. 

The nice waiters at the vegetarian restaurant. It feels way less hassley here than I expected.

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Wandering around the Gothic quarter, looking at things and going for tapas somewhere nice.

Grace Kelly. What a performer! Corset, hula hooping and so much dancing. At 69!

Knowing more songs that I realised. Arcade Fire were fun. And then dancing to Skepta with Adrian.

Also the cockroach incident was gross but funny. And Chicken Waffle 😉

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Wandering the windy streets of Lisbon.
The peaceful lunch of veggie tapas on the hill.
Fado music at dinner. With the delicious deserts. A tasty last night in Portugal.

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New deodorant. Another day of smelling myself.
Finding out we sold our car seats for waaaay more than we had hoped for!
A date with my boyfriend. Tapas, a cocktail and talk of a European adventure!

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The incredible views as we drove up the country. The early morning mist, the peak rising up out of a sea of clouds and the bumpy hills leading back to the sharp mountain ridges. Beautiful.
Seeing a women cut a sandwich in half with an electric meat carver
Ordering everything on the tapas menu bar two things and then ordering more. And then mains. So. Full.