36 Hours in Barcelona, Part 2
The second day of Barcelona begun in chaos, but to really understand the chaos we have to return to the first day. You see, for this particular journey, it required us to get up quite early, which, as a barista is not a problem for me. I am quite happy to bounce out of bed at 5 30 in the am, but my girlfriend tends to find this more of a challenge. Therefore, the early rise was quite a shock to our collective system. Now, with any Ryanair flight, the time in which you fly might be quite short, but the time you spend getting to the airport, queuing and running to the gate is far more work than necessary. So, with sleepy eyes we landed down in Barcelona and checked into our very socially friendly air bnb in the gothic area. We ran out the door at 12 30, lest we miss any more of the city in daylight when we could. When we returned, it was late, dark, so after running around all day, the early rise, we passed out before we hit the pillows. Now I know I set an alarm, in fact I set two alarms. But at some point I woke up thinking, shit, we have a bike tour, we can't be late. Only to see that it was now 11 45 and the tour started at 10 am. So perhaps out of fatigue and somewhere between laziness and lack of effort, we missed our 50 euro 3 hour bike tour of Barcelona. Oh well. Maybe next time.
So after a disappointing start to the day, we headed out and made an effort to get some breakfast. Not so far from our airbnb was the wonderful El Petit Princep. Now, in the best way possible I have to say that this was not the best coffee I ever drank. It didn't have the best extracted espresso, it didn't have the most beautiful latte art I ever saw but for me this place was a little special. What it had was, a beautiful little shop with so much natural sunlight, it looked like a small family business with very a very passionate team who were trying really hard. They were working so hard. And they were trying. They made that Aeropress twice because they wanted to serve me good coffee. It was a Burundi coffee from the wonderful Nømad. It wasn't a full extraction, but it was balanced, juicy and sweet. I was very happy.
The food was great. Anny got a wonderful traditional Catalan toast with a home made jam, a nice creamy flat white, while I took some nice fluffy pancakes with nuts and honey. But what I loved even more, was the prices. They were so fair, and almost too little. Two flat whites, one filter coffee, pancakes and a toast cost me 13 euros. I was so happy with everything and the service, I went back the next morning for more. There are lots of places you could get breakfast in Barcelona, but please put this lovely little cafe on your list.
After wolfing down such a huge breakfast we went into tourist mode, and made our way to the famous Sagrada Familia. The line to get inside was too long, but we definitely took our time surveying the facade.
No words could express this amazing piece of architecture, just go see it, and if you can, go at 9am and go inside, its worth it.
After spinning around the church for an hour, we decided to hit Onna coffee, which was a short 15 minute scenic walk away.