After a much needed nap, Phil and I set out for a restaurant named Paolla. It was recommended to us by Angel, the owner of the AirBNB, when we'd first arrived in Barcelona. He circled it on a local map for us and wrote the word 'Paolla' over the spot where it was located. I will tell you that it seemed like the longest walk of my life. We started out at dusk and finally found the place. This is when we found out that Paolla was not the name of the restaurant and that Paolla is actually the name of a yellow rice dish that the place is known for. Awkward. And they weren't open for another hour. Most restaurants in Barcelona don't open for dinner until 8 or 9 PM.
We decided to see if we could find a different restaurant that might be open early. All we wanted to do was eat and go back to our place. We wandered the streets.
We passed a place that totally weirded me out! It was called the Espai De Gats and it was a restaurant that had easy access to cats while one dined. They should have just called it 'A Bridge to Far,' and been done with it. It still makes me cringe.
We saw these two ladies taking two big bags of rolls down the street. I'm not sure of the story there.
The streets were getting darker and still no dinner. I had almost given up on ever finding any place to eat, when we wandered back to the original spot that we thought was Paolla but was not. We decided to eat there since we'd basically wandered about for over an hour.
Our waiter did not speak a word of English, yet through gestures and some common phrases he informed us of his favorite beers and his favorite sandwich - which was the chicken sandwich, so we ordered them. He would make this funny gesture of putting his fingertips to his mouth and kissing them as he released the kisses into the air - magnificent! He was right. They were magnificent or I was just really hungry.
As Phil and I ate, I noticed a television show on the TV behind Phil's head. It was a detective show with the lead detective being a woman who had spent too much time in a tanning bed. Her face was that one sole color of sun burnt red. She was, however, very good at her job. There she was lecturing her staff of five as they stood dumbfounded at her revelations. Needless to say Philip was watching the same show on the television behind my head. We started adding our own words to the show and got tickled at our makeshift dialogue. Then out of the blue, Philip points his finger into the air and says "Ipso facto irgo hoc!" Beer shot out my nose as we both cracked up laughing. That little touch of Latin over this overplayed detective show was too much. I later asked him what that means and he said it meant something to the effect 'if this be true therefore this."
After dinner, it took our map and asking a half a dozen people directions
for us to find our way back to our airBNB.
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I went to bed as soon as we got back and fell into a deep sleep. Philip stayed up reading the newspaper he'd brought from home. Later in the night, when Philip was coming to bed, he had his hands full so as he stepped across the raised threshold into our room, he stepped onto the curtains that served as our door. The rod popped off the hooks and popped Philip in the head then slammed into the floor with a bam, waking me out of a dead sleep and scaring me half to death. It was hilarious.
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