To continue our Sunday afternoon tradition of indulging in the national food of choice, paella, the Halfbright Crew went back to Barcelonetta, the little beach area, to see which restaurant was cooking up the good stuff.
Mostly, we found tourists and restaurants catering to them, expensive menus and small paella plates. So, our new friend from Kansas did exactly what any nice girl from Kansas would do. She walked into Can Chusco, a local bar, and said to the owner (in Spanish), "Listen, homey, we are locs and we aren't paying more than 10E for paella."
He said, "I'll make you a deal - how about 8E." So we agreed.
I know I said this last week, but this was definitely the best paella I've ever had. It was complex with flavors, filled with shellfish, and delicately spiced. None of us spoke until it was gone.
And then, we bumbled, half drunk on paella, down the street and collapsed on a beautiful beach. What a day.
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