Cappucinos in Barcelona

On our first morning in Barcelona, we got off the train and couldn’t check into our accommodations until the afternoon. So we wandered slowly, jetlagged and happy, around the streets and found a small café, where we plopped down in our grimy clothes and ordered cappuccinos. And every morning after we returned and ordered cappuccinos.

I can’t remember which café it was but I think it is this one; I’m only sure of that location. It was just a simple café, the waiters weren’t all too pleased with us, as we reeked of American backpacker and only spoke English. But the coffee art was exquisite. Maybe we were trying to see how many different designs we could get in our four days, or maybe we were simply trying to get our caffeine fix to compensate for the almost non-existent amount of sleep we had in that city.

But I think, like in every new city, we wanted a corner we could call ours, a corner that now reminds me of our nervous excitement as we explored our first foreign city alone as adults.