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Casa Vicens

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The first house designed by Antoni Gaudí is walking distance from our aunt’s apartment in Gràcia but was closed for renovations when we were in Barcelona a few years back. This time, we happened to have a bit of time (outside of family reunions and meals) and so we finally made it there one morning. Highly recommended, wonderfully intricate with many cozy nooks without tourists milling about getting in your way.

Casa Vicens
Carrer de les Carolines, 20, 08012 Barcelona, Spain

月亮脸

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For the first time I’m realizing she’s not a baby anymore and is rapidly morphing into a toddler. I miss her round face.

Fundació Joan Miró

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Summer seemed so long ago. A small taste of Catalonia (and the artist she was almost named after) for the little one who will hopefully speak a bit of Catalan one day.

Fundació Joan Miró
Parc de Montjuïc, 08038 Barcelona, Spain

How to bar-hop like it’s an Olympic sport

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I thought I knew bar-hopping, that is, until we headed out two nights in a row this summer with Iñigo, who takes bar-hopping to a whole new level. Don’t think I’ve ever felt this much pressure to down beer and red wine so we could move on to the next bar for more pintxos. Probably a result of equal parts Basque pintxo culture and only-girl-in-the-group symptom.

If you happen to find yourself in San Sebastián (or Donostia as the locals call it) in the near future, definitely make time for some of my favorite pit stops:

  • Fried ibarrako piparrak at Goiz Argi. Can’t go wrong with tiny mild Basque green peppers flavored simply with salt — unless if you are unlucky enough to pick out the only spicy pepper on the plate.
  • Tomato salad at Bodega Donostiarra. Fuss-free, juicy and refreshing.
  • Japanese pintxo at Kenji Sushi Bar. Our friend calls it Japanese pintxo but it’s actually an ingenious tripartite marriage of Japanese sushi/sashimi, fresh local fish with the pintxo bar scene. I had to be dragged out of this bar because I can’t remember the last time I had sushi/sashimi this authentic and affordable in Paris.
  • G&T at Akerbeltz. One last drink for the road in a country obsessed with its G&Ts. Sitting outside the bar, overlooking Kontxako Badia, with a large glass of G&T in hand is pretty much the perfect way to call it a night if you ask me.

Bilbao

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