Hola Espana!

I'd have done the little upside downy exclamation mark at the beginning too...but I've just spent 2 minutes looking for how to do it on Google. If I haven't found it within 2 minutes it'll take me weeks...forgive my laziness.

Today is Friday! For me at least.

Tomorrow Nicki and I jet (I say jet...I mean RyanAir *spit*) off to Barcelona for the best part of a week. I'm very much looking forward to it for a number of reasons:

- I have never been to Barcelona before. In fact, I've never been anywhere in Spain that wasn't on a horrendous schooltrip, being forced into all kinds of 'fun' activities and having to share a room with vacant bimbettes that went on to become Page 3 WAGS.

- That last bit was a minor lie.....is Majorca officially part of Spain? And only one of the bimbettes climbed the heady slopes to Page 3 stardom.

- It'll be the first time Nicki and I have been on a holiday of substance together. I mean sure, there wwere all the camping holidays with mum and dad growing up, but this is our first holiday as young laydeez. It could be an exercise in sibling psychology, but I'm confident that we will get on famously :o)

- Spanish men!!!! Did I just say that out loud?

- Spanish food. I have the feeling that I will be indulging my love of seafood at any and all opportunities. I wonder if they do robster in Barcelona, I've yet to try it....robster with garlic butters...nom nom nom. Tapas may be the downfall for Nicki and I, it tends to be quite oily and Nicki especially (seeing as she's still on Slimming World...not wallowing in the misapprehension that she's still doing things right..like me) is looking out for the figure. Spanish food means Spanish drink, but I doubt there will be much binge drinking going on. I think Nicki will be a calming influence in that respect.......WON'T YOU NICKI!!

- It's a holiday, and at the end of the day, holidays are good. It gives me the opportunity to inflict (I use that word specifically) my pigeon spanish upon unwitting victims. When I say pigeon Spanish I don't mean glorious fat and majestic wood-pigeon Spanish, I mean tatty, disease-ridden Trafalgar Square pigeon Spanish. I don't even care much what the weather will be like, though I'd appreciate if it didn't rain, I only straightened my hair last night.

Those are the things I'm looking forward to..the only thing I'm slightly worried about is the fact that Barcelona is the pickpocket central for Europe. I've heard many first-hand accounts of just how brazen they are. You can't let yourself get too wrapped up in that though or you won't enjoy yourself :o)

Not sure if I'll have the time or opprtunity to blog much whilst I'm out there, but I shall keep a travel journal and bloggarise it when I get home. I promised to do the same with my Italy journal and it became such a mammoth task that I've rather stagnated on it! Seeing as I'm not alone this time hopefully I won't have as much time on my hands to write such rambling crap and it'll be much easier to blog over on Fly Away With Me.

At the very least I'm sure I'll have some beautiful pictures to display for your delight upon my return!

Have a wonderful week and weekend one and all x

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Chorizo

.....I had tapas again last night...just thought I'd share....

Mmmmmm, chorizo!!!

Tapas, I am obsessed

I would have added this to my original tapas post......but it looks as if you can only edit up to a certain time afterwards?? Or maybe I'm just rubbish!

APPARENTLY!! The word tapas actually means 'lid' which I already knew because it confused me somewhat when I was looking for the meaning of tapas myself. Originally tapas was the term for a slice of bread or meat that sherry drinkers in Andalucia used to keep flies out of their sherry (I guess they didn't mind them laying eggs on their chorizo). These meats were very salty and thirst-inducing, the barmen took full advantage and started creating lots of little thirst inducing snacks to serve with the sherry = more sherry sales, hence the birth of tapas

I aim to educate! Enjoy :o)

Mmmmmmm, tapas

Just went for lunch at Navarros for my bosses birthday, I haven't been for tapas for ages and forgot how much I like it. I even tried the calamari rings...aren't I good!

I always find with tapas, I look at the dishes as they arrive and think 'Oh it's faaaaaaar too much, my tiny (pah!!) frame will never support it'....then reality kicks in as I remember how many people are sharing, so I try and snarf as much as possible (as subtly as possible) to fill my substantial (that's more like it) frame.

THEN I realise that I was right in the first place, they just keep turning up with more and more food, but the brain hasn't kicked in yet, I'm in primal mode....and by then end of the meal I'm sat like some puffed up toad in the corner and have to be rolled back to work.

.....sigh......

I didn't have pudding though so overall this is a success story!