Upon finding out that we could fly to Barcelona (and back) at the end of April for £47 each I justified the other costs (accommodation, spending money, all the boring stuff) to myself and immediately booked us up for a weekend trip for my other half’s birthday.

I’m not even going to apologise for this one. I mean, £47. Come on.

I’d never actually been to Barca before and I must say I fell head over heels. It had everything I love about Paris but with a lovely, relaxed, Spanish vibe. We meandered the little Catalonian streets in our new ‘hood, El Born, stopping in every cava bar we passed to sample a glass of fizz and some pintxos.

I can’t binge drink without snacks so the whole ethos of having a tiny little nibbley snack on toast alongside every drink or two is right up my alley. We spent a few days in a constant state of ‘mildly pickled’ – supping more daytime cava, wine and gin than would be polite in England.

Highlights included checking out La Boqueria and sitting at a stool in the middle of the food market bustle with a glass of crisp white wine, eating enormous freshly cooked garlic prawns (pictured above to tempt you) and then dining at the Michelin starred Cinc Sentits. Roughly translated this means Five Senses, because the beautiful and imaginative nine course menu was created to stimulate all five of your senses. From the moment we sat down it was the most theatrical experience I’ve had in a long time. I couldn’t fault the service, the food or the presentation. Then, at the end you’re presented with a personalised hardback book about your experience featuring some of the chef’s notes, information about the sources of the local produce used, and details on your exact meal (which for us finished with the chef’s take on ‘birthday cake’). Outstanding. I feel a bit emotional just thinking about it.

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