He loves Barcelona; She loves Paris (Part 5)

I'm actually laughing at myself. I'm thinking "Will this series ever end?"

The answer is, "NO!"

I lie. It will end sometime soon. I hope.

YES. We are still in Barcelona. This time, it's part of our own bucket list... Well, I guess mostly his. Watching a Champions League Game. The Pillow was excited because not only we're watching FC Barca playing, they are playing against is favorite team, AC Milan. So the whole city of Barcelona was filled with this FOINE Italianos in their jersey, spreading their hotness in Spain. Gosh.

First things first. What is visiting a foreign land without checking out it's water aka beach? So there we went, in jackets & coats, heading to Barceloneta, the beach part of Barcelona. Seriously, I wanted to jump in to the waters. Ok not really. We had some simple breakfast then we hung out near the W Hotel, staring at the sea... followed with Sangria (for him) and Jack & Coke (for me). See who's the girl now? Kidding boo.

Knowing that this is our last day in Barcelona, we hit Las Ramblas & Barri Gotic again... to eat Indonesian food. Seriously... We flew all the way to Barcelona to have home food (we Indos crave our Indo foods when we are away). I really recommend this place, Betawi.... Rob & I were impress because it does reminds us of home. We went cray when we saw our national beer served at this cafe... hence we ordered one. Food was delicious. The owner stopped by and had a chit-chat with us... Super friendly. She's a Betawi lady (Native Jakartan) so her Betawi accents was strong which made me giggle because I haven't heard that accent since I moved back to the States. Seeing the Pillow trying to talk in Jakartan Slang was pretty weird... does not suit him. He should just stick to English.

the wind beneath my face

The game was EPIC because Barca won from a lost that could've cost them to lose their spot in the League (fact: they lost in the Semi finals against Bayern Munich). The atmosphere was legendary. It's actually something that I've never experienced before in the many Soccer matches I've watched live. The Catalonians take their Soccer Football seriously. No Joke. It's their religious. It's their history. It's part of them. Hence FC Barca's Motto: Més Que Un Club meaning More than a Club. The Pillow was so stunned and amazed, I'm pretty sure he was crying in the inside and shed a tear here and there. All I can say is, if you're in to Soccer/Football, go watch a Champions League game. Real deal. From the chanting to the singing to the waving of the scarves in the air to the booing, it's surreal. I don't mind watching it again.

AC MILAN Booties

See the tears of joy on the Pillow?

After the game, we had more paellas at a local, super packed, cafe and headed back to our hotel, surrounded by the poor Italianos in the train. Saying goodbye to Camp Nou was hard. But I have a feeling, knowing the Pillow, we'll be back someday.

NEXT, PARIS (finally).

xo, Rima

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He loves Barcelona; She loves Paris (Part 4)

Yeaaaa Part 4 of the series... so it continues...

As you can tell on the picture below how "excited" I was to be in the Las Ramblas again... Well not really. Damn sun was in my face. 

Btw meet my new BFF, Le Red Coat. The night prior, while we were having dinner in the Maremagnum, I told the Pillz that I desperately needed a coat because the wind is pretty chilly and I checked out Le Paris weather and it's freezing cold. And homeskillet here only packed Sunny SoCal Spring clothes. Womp womp. So we went to Desigual (which is based in Barcelona!) and the Pillow picked this coat for me... Such a deal, I say (from 285 Euros to 80 Euros since it's a Winter line!). So you may see me wearing Le Red Coat A LOT in future posts. 

I'm no fashionista, people.

I look like a major tourist.

After reading Mish's post on Barcelona and heard about this place, I begged Pillow, being the foodie I am, to head down to La Boqueria. Mind you, I was squealing like a little girl. It's a market filled with GOODIES. From fruits (!!!) to Catalonian Chocolates (it was delicious!), Seafood, Meat, Fresh Juices... name it. We bought some mangoes and it was so good. We each gulp down some fruit juices that were freshly made that day. And of course we had to have some tapas... our favorite Patatas Bravas.

I look annoyed because I couldn't wait to get in there!

Catalonian Chocolates!!! That cone one that Rob's grabbing was sooo good. #chocporn

Outkast was wrong. Roses don't smell like PooPoo.

Meat anyone?

Spot the gigantic lollipop

Looking at those chilies gave me an ulcer

an angry puppy waiting for his master to finish his coffee in the market. this little man was barking like cray

chocolate, juice, cafe un leche and tapas for breakfast. my stomach was having a partay.

After being high on food, I dragged my poor man to La Sagrada Familia. But first we decided to go to the Arc of Triumf since it was close by, along with the Neptune's Fountain in Parc de la Ciutadella. It was a nice walk to burn them calories.

La Sagrada Familia is just epic. Duder Gaudi is just brillz. This artwork of his just... WOW. You must see for yourself this magnificent building. The details of the building is just insane. 

Crazy, huh? 

Later on the evening, we decided to go on top off Arena Barcelona which is next door to our hotel and enjoy the view.

You can see the Plaça d'Espanya with the MNAC/Montjuïc in the background.

And of course for dinner we had Tapas and Sangrias and Paellas at Tapas Tapas which was right next to our hotel.

Now I want Sangria. Badly. Anyone know a good one in California?

Til Part 5! Almost Paris!

ole,

Rima

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