Our train pulled into the Barcelona Sants railway station around two thirty this afternoon and after struggling to figure out the local transit system we happened upon our Airbnb, a three-bedroom flat on the top floor of a one hundred-year-old building that features a terrace overlooking a massive and probably famous statute of a naked baby straddling a dragon (I think).
After dropping off our stuff we set out to find food and wound up at a sandwich bar called IRATI Taverna Basca that served us a huge array of pre-made, open-faced sandwiches topped with things like anchovies, cream cheese, prosciutto, salmon and shredded crab meat.
Once we'd had our fill at IRATI we headed to the famous bustling color explosion known as La Boqueria, a crowded indoor market in Barcelona's Ciudad Vieja neighborhood where we decided against literally hundreds of candy options and instead purchased big cups of fresh fruit for two euros.
From La Boqueria we walked all the way to Rambla de Mar to peep the sunset but ended up watching a beat-up old cruise-liner dock instead.
It was a long day, I'm beat and I've lost my voice but I do not hate it here.