After our bus tour we headed over to Steve’s hotel, he was staying in one of the most luxury hotels in Barcelona – one night of his probably cost the same as our whole stay. We said goodbye to the New York girls who were heading off to Paris. And, the three of us, Scott, Steve and I headed to dinner. This was not before I had availed myself of Steve’s espresso maker in his room and taken all of the products that were offered, I was out of hair conditioner and sick of the strange French shampoo they give you in the little wet wipe packages. Its hard to find a restaurant on a Sunday but Steve’s concierge sent us to a small tapas place in a little alleyway that was amazing. I had three glasses of gazpacho (served in a wine glass rather than a bowl). I couldn’t get enough and am still thinking about it. We ordered half of the menu and ate and ate for what seemed like hours. We said Good-bye to Steve and headed home. The city is also always hopping, it reminded me a bit of new York. People don’t even go out until midnight and then come home at 5. However, we couldn’t keep up such a pace and we turned in early under the guise of wanting more time to sight see (but really it’s just because we are old). We saw Primus and Stacy at the hotel; by then, all of the other Americans were on their way home or to other points in Europe.
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