My inner monologue repeats two things often: #1 I could drop my entire life in the states and move to either Barcelona or Mexico City and #2 do it before it’s too late. So, as you can imagine – I am very fond of deeply rooted passionate cultures. Do you remember the movie Vicky Cristina Barcelona that came out in 2008? It was one of the earliest sparks of total fixation I had towards one of my homelands, España, was due to watching that film in high school. I had dreamt about self discovery in a land of vast art, music, and FOOD. My 16 year old self knew I would thrive in that environment and alas I DID and it was even more special because I went with the most important people in mi vida.
The flamenco dinner and dancing show was by far the most breathtaking experience! I can still feel the intense steps and striking heel sounds against the wooden floor panels in contrast to the in-house band which gave me hella Gipsy King vibes.
Flamenco dancing dinner show at Tablao De Carmen. 
Refreshing lime popsicles in the city. 
Mamita shopping for exquisite lace. 
Mamita admiring my big sister’s sass. 
Patatas bravas + truffle risotto tapas at Casa Loleo. A MUST! 
Mamita made this dress for me. 
Churros con chocolate. Wowow. 
My gals roaming the city. 
Lost track of the amount of sangria consumed and not mad about it. 
Vintage earrings from the dopest antique shop in the gothic quarter. 
Post tapas walking tour – it rained and we STILL had the most fun! 
Gaudí stole mi corazon.