Our first stop was Santes Creus, which is actually in Catalonia. But we were hungry. So, it was naturally a good stopover for us, since it was only about an hour and a half from Barcelona, and it had a very famous monastery.
We didn’t plan where we were going to eat, but let me tell you, what a wonderful surprise it was. We happened to just plop ourselves down in the first restaurant we saw, which was right outside the monastery. And it was amazing. And cheap. I was so happy and surprised to be able to enjoy such wonderful simple fare at real prices.
All for 22 euros. It was amazing. I was so pleased, that once you get out of the city, you can eat like a king and not have to pay their ransome.
So after that, we were merrily on our way to Pamplona. Pamplona is obviously known for the Running of the Bulls, which happens in the beginning of July. It is a beautiful city, small and recently restored. But HOT. Oh, my God. HOT HOT HOT. The heat was unbearable. So, we just went in search for the most air-conditioned places (few) and lots of good food and wine (many). See , Pamplona is right near the Lodosa area, where the most delectable vegetables in Spain are grown. And we’re talking about white asparagus and piquillo peppers my friends. And that’s talking business. But, since it is also very close to the Basque Country, almost like a sister province, they have amazing Pintxos. Pintxos are tapas on a piece of bread with a toothpick stuck in it. Darn good. No, Amazing.
I guess you can see, that the night’s theme was foie gras. It was sublime. An absolute treat for the both of us.
The next day, we drove to San Sebastián, and it deserves a post all on its own. So I am going to skip to the real highlight of the trip, the reason we did it, our friends’ Russian/Basque Wedding!
Our friend Patrik is from Bilbao, and had been working in Moscow for about 4 years. That is where he met Galiya. Then, cut to the 3rd of August, 2012. Their wedding. It was beautiful and bountiful. Definitely one to look up to food wise!
Ok, after this, there was prime rib served, with piquillo peppers, and then a strawberry sorbet with cream cheese, and then the cake. But I couldn’t eat anymore. I know right? What is wrong with me. I’ll tell you. I ate like a total pig the whole 5 days. I cannot eat another thing until tomorrow, when I go to Naples, Italy!
If I don’t post anymore, you will know that I have exploded.
See you in a few!