The Morning After. Barcelona Part 3.
As much as past a certain age – maybe it was 27 – we decided that we were never, ever again going to imbibe as much alcohol as we did last night, we do it again. These are the lies we have to tell ourselves to get by in life.
But hey, it was just this one time! I’m in Spain after all, home to wonderful wines like cava and… cava. I don’t know their names, but whatever, they’re awesome. Is my fault the Spanish don’t sell wines by the glass? Continue reading “The Morning After. Barcelona Part 3.”
