You really are something. A city full of colour and life, from the musicians serenading passers-by on the street, to the art that pops up in the most unexpected places – you’re always surprising me with what’s around each architecturally dreamy corner.
Although our time together was brief, I enjoyed every second of Gaudi-spotting, “poo log” joking, sangria-sipping time we shared, but most of all (and most importantly) your cooking is divine. Now we all know that I’m a girl that loves a good sausage (smug face), but my god, do you have a way with food, which means that our love is going to go the distance. Piles of salty fresh octopus, spicy chorizo, chocolate stuffed Nutella calzones, and delicious burgers galore will feature in my dreams until we meet again. That had better be sooner rather than later, because a Welshy really doesn’t have the same way with a Spanish omelette as you do, and let’s face it, a girl’s gotta eat.
You’re a city built for love, lazing in the sun-drenched parks watching the world go by, watching the boats sail past with a chilled wine in hand, navigating the thin and winding alleyways hiding treasures beyond every turn, or even just pottering around the rustic dream apartment we shared; and I’ll be back to soak it all in again very soon.
Lots of love,