Back on the last train from Barcelona to Granollers. We went to a goodbye party for a friend in a small cosy flat in the Gotic area and so now I am pleasantly rolling a little as if on a gentle boat trip.
Lovely evening with a group of people from many different countries in South America and Catalunya.
Around a table, lots of talking in both Catalan and Castellano.
Laughing, struggling to hear but knowing that when I missed a bit, a smile would do.
Food kept appearing from the kitchen – home made empanadas and pizzas. Someone brought a Columbian dish made from maize which tasted a bit like polenta. Picture below.
Bottles of wine were opened, drunk, and replaced.
As we left, sadly before the music started as we had to catch the train, a flan appeared. It is a sort of milky egg pudding. Like creme caramel but firmer. Like Crema Catalanya but spongier.
I have to say that I love going to Barcelona, love these multi cultural warm parties, sticky nights, the sounds of the street and even the smell of pee as we walked to the metro.
Thank you Sandra and Jim and thank you Pep for coming with me!
