Blog Tapas - Barcelona, Dos

All of this walking in the rain had me a bit tired and damp, so I ducked into a small cafe in a nearby square. I ordered a coffee, and asked about food. They had cheese and jam sandwiches. Cheese and jam? Yes. Well, sure... why not, I said.... when in Barcelona, right? Luckily, my sandwich was ham and cheese, and I thought about the difference one letter can make. It is the difference between sweet and savory, between yum and yuck.

I sipped my coffee, and ate my thin baguette sandwich. Everyone else at the cafe was exceedingly European: kissing both cheeks and throwing their heads back in laughter, the steam from their coffee and the smoke from their cigarettes mingling serpentine in the air. Jazz was playing in the background, and I enjoyed the warmth of my coffee and my surroundings before heading back out into the drizzle.