At the end of my two weeks of work in Barcelona, TJ came to spend a long weekend. We started one of the best culinary weekends of our travels with a stop at a modern, popular place for pinchos, (small snacks that are typically on pieces of bread.)
It allows for locals to pop in, grab a couple of pinchos, a glass of wine, beer, or Txocholi and then continue on with their night. (Txocholi is a Basque lightly sparkling crisp white wine that for some reason is poured by holding the bottle at about shoulder height and the glass with your arm extended, thus pouring from a great distance and creating a bit of a spectacle that some bartenders excel in.)
When we were there, there were some sweet well-dressed older Spanish couples that popped in, some tourists and a bunch of locals. Out of all the countries we've visited, I think we've had the most frequent 'local' experiences in Spain. It's so nice to just follow their traditions, and wind up in these places where we clearly stand out - but can try and blend in to the background and truly experience a bit of local life.
Plus Spanish wine is the close I've found to Californian. Their reds are full-bodied in the same style as Californian Zinfandels, and the whites are not as austere as French or Italian and are more rounded and approachable.
Ahhhh- but learning Spanish continues to elude me and not make it on the daily to-do list. I vastly increased my Catalan vocabulary this trip, in most part due to a friendly staff member at the hotel who kindly introduced a new word or two each morning. But I still walk into a restaurant and shop, and stand in awkward silence for a moment or two while I anxiously struggle to remember how to say 'Hello, good morning.....excuse me, sorry....do you speak english.....errrr.....please.....ahhh....thank you?!?"
I'll get there.....
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