Treattime

OK, so we decided at this point that we needed a little treat. What's a little more debt incurred for an unforgettable, gorgeous trip? We high tailed it away from Hostal Girona, which, although nice, smelled a little "retirement," you could say. We fell gracefully into a small bit of hotel heaven at the petite and lovely Hostal Goya!!!! A MUST for passing through Barcelona with soft sheets, airy windows, WIFI, friendly advice, antique tiled halls and mysterious delicious subtle scents everywhere.





























These wooden carved whistles are played best when one is prone and tipsy in bed with one's shoes on, naturally!













Jenny has reason to look charmingly perturbed. Giving into our yen for some raw fish, we forced ourselves upon this popular, dingy little sushi joint in the Barri Gothic. The fish was often cooked and pricey as all get out AND they were a little put out when we requested sake! The nail in their review coffin is that we continuously saw all sorts of delights pass by that were "unavailable" to us lowly peons but saved for special friends of the chef. The nerve!