Rabbit food

My life seems constantly affected by interrupted travel arrangements at the moment.

I have returned to Barcelona to bring in 2011 with Nico, my French friend who now lives here.

With heavy fog causing flights from western France to be cancelled Nico arrived in Barcelona a day later than planned. Lucky for me his friend Richard, who I met many times in England, is also visiting for new years eve and we were set loose on the town together...two English speakers with barely a word of spanish between us...

A catch-up coffee was followed by a grocery shopping expedition led expertly by two of our Spanish friends...the chefs for our delicous 3 course nye feast for 8. That done, and all the food and alcohol lugged up the 7 flight of steps (a killer at the best of times!) Richard and I decided to go out for some dinner.

First we aimed for a Mexican restaraunt he knew of...and the promise of cheap mojitos was enticing...but the restaraunt was packed so across the road we went and settled down to decipher our menus. Some words are international, so we happily decided on guacamole followed by burritos. You know what to expect with those choices right? Wrong. When the burritos came they contained spinach and onions...
...and that was it.

We waited...thinking that perhaps the meat was still coming...but no such luck..people around us had meat...but the waiter spoke no english so we couldn't even ask what we had ordered and whether we could have a little bit of chicken or beef...

Sometimes, it seems, a lack of Spanish can mean dinner is rabbit food...we were so hungry we needed to order dessert to make up for it...such a shame!

Luckily the company was a laugh and the beer was cold...and soon enough Nico was home and we could start the new year celebrations...

till next time...