Archives for posts with tag: tapas

A walk around the lake, with heaps of dogs (including one wearing a waterproof jacket) and the sun and cuddles and sits on benches. It was so lovely.

Tapa Tapas. Delicious food. Nice chats.

Going to the pub after and watching boxing and chatting to three random guys.

Plus running away from waves, nice showers, great parallel parking.

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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.

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.