spain

bilbao.




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I had no idea I would fall for Bilbao the way that I did. Our initial intent for visiting was solely to see the Guggenheim, but we quickly realized that Bilbao is an amazing city in its own right.

We were lucky enough to be there during a giant festival so besides the colorful flags, loud music, and glowing ferris wheel, literally thousands of people congregated in the Old Town each night which felt totally magical. I also had the best tortilla omelet I had in Spain, which is saying a lot.

P.S. This was my favorite Guggenheim exhibit. Beautiful and heartbreaking.

breakfast at the market.

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We made it a ritual in Barcelona to have breakfast each morning at the market.

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The others opted for cafe con leche and traditional tortilla omelets (so much better than regular omelets) but I was completely seduced by the thousands (it seemed) of fresh fruit juices. I would try one (or sometimes three) every morning. Having to make a decision between flavors like blood orange, raspberry, watermelon, kiwi, and coconut is the kind of dilemma I love to have.


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I get lost in these kinds of markets; the good kind of lost. The kind of lost where I mean to stay for ten minutes and end up staying two hours. If only this market could be a part of my daily life, for ever and ever.