My name is Bronwen and I'm addicted to tapas. It has been a dangerous addiction and I'm sure the road to recovery will be hellish and difficult but with the support of my family and friends I'm sure that I will get through it. The problem is that the people I am friends with in the hostel are enablers. They encourage my addiction because they too love the tapas at Quimet & Quimet.
That's right, without too much convincing I was 'dragged' back to the awesome tapas place from the other night. We went back for some old favourites (like our canapes) but I told the others that if I was to survive the evening I could not eat too much of my old friend, queso. Once again we stood outside before the place opened, determined to snag our favourite table, near the gigantic Bombay bottle. We were joined by two young Spanish men, who were laughing at our eagerness. They failed to understand me when I blurted out 'We love this place!', so I had to mime it... they were still laughing but I think they got it.
We rushed in as soon as the old doors were unlatched and we were greeted with amused 'Holas!' from the couple who own it (I presume Mr & Mrs Quimet). We ate some of our old faves and then requested the empanadas and croquettes. We had no idea what was in them, but they were delicious. I then wanted to finish off with... you guessed it, cheese. I had already eaten a soft cheese canape and wanted a hard cheese one and with my embarrassing, fumbling Spanglish I somehow got the message across. To be honest, that is more a testament to their patience than my language skills! Funnily enough, what was delivered to me was a combination of a lot of things that I don't like - capsicum, gherkin and an orange-coloured blue-veined cheese. And I loved it! It was delicious. However, the Hintons be warned, that does not mean we can start using one knife for all the cheeses on the cheese board!
So, food talk aside, I had a lovely day in Montserrat, a monastery built on the top of a mountain, about an hour outside of Barcelona. It was awesome, but only 3 degrees celsius and the two trains that could take you to the very top of the mountain were being fixed! (Like the time I was in DC and Lincoln was being ´fixed´and the entire monument was covered in scaffolding.) Apart from that, it was great!
