We spent a week in Barcelona, which was lovely, I must say. Landing there was a hint of a past full of whispers. Somewhere further into this country, there are countless distant relatives, and one day soon, I’ll make my way to Galicia, where my grandparents were born.
But for this week, it was just a rhythm, colors, and foods that have long informed the childhood I lived.
All of that, a contrast to my day to day life now, which is filled with new places, redefining routines and always searching for the essentials.
Landing in any country becomes a series of tasks that must be taken care of first – currency change, gluten free restaurant hunts, cafes with fast internet for working, coffee… always good coffee. And then after those things are taken care of, possible tourist sites, or time to just wander about. For me, there is always a need for a museum or two.
In the short time we were in Barcelona, we spent time working in two cafes that were well equipped with great internet, fantastic coffee, great food, and in the case of Sandwichez, the BEST gluten free bread I have EVER had. Seriously.
In fact, Barcelona’s gluten free bread, which I had in several places, was stellar. Like, unbelievably good. Which often made me wonder if it was truly gluten free or not.
The best treat I think I’ve gotten in a long time was when Jon brought home two gluten free baguettes, still warm and cut along the length with thick melted butter inside.
He loves me so.
If you’re a digital nomad, or just a traveler with a need to visit a cafe and work/write/connect in while eating and drinking Cafe con Leche? Check both of these out.