Today we left our Finca Tranquila. Graced with the presence of the ever so chatty house manager Joe who took an hour to say goodbye and collect the trash, we packed and left for the airport. The Malaga airport, like Malaga itself, is packed with very red (real sun) or very orange (fake tan) British people.
Our Vueling (in Catalan: welling) flight got us to Barcelona in the late afternoon. The Hostal Goya is a fabulous place. The interior is Ikea inspired and very chic. An excellent place to stay especially because it's convienently located near all the major areas. After a bit of exploring, we grabbed dinner at a nearby tapas place. Lots of delicious food. I think our new favorite Spanish treat might be potates bravas.
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