The only item on our itinerary for this day was entry to the Degusta culinary show. It was election day, with a successionist mandate at stake, and much of the city shut down.
Most of our group opted out of going to the show, only three of us went. Word had gotten out that you had to pay for anything you wanted to eat there (with just a few samples). I was happy I went, although mostly for the beer and then walking up the hill to see the sights.
We toured the show, which had a many exhibits of fancy cakes and what it takes to make them. I don’t watch Cake Boss, so this wasn’t of much interest to me.
I do love me some ham, though, so I bought a bocadito of the top quality pata negra.
The food truck craze was being featured, just one more way Portland and Barcelona are similar, yet different. They had over 20 of them at the show.
But I was happiest about the Barcelona Beer Show. I’m not a fan of Spain’s Estrella beer, it’s too bland and unhopped for me. But I found brewers here who are happily making West Coast-style IPA. In fact, when I got a glass of the Further Westward IPA and said I liked it, they gave me a free bottle. As it is aggressively hopped and this is the last day of the show, I figured most people didn’t like it and they were happy to give a bottle to someone who did.
I stood in line for the free paella, the beer had enough alcohol content that I needed to cool my jets anyway.
Now I walked up Montjuic, past the Magic Fountains to the site of the 1929 World Expo. I sat to rest and actually took a little nap.
Then I walked Rick Steves’ Eixample walking tour, seeing the modernist buildings in daylight. It was very nice.