Spain = boys + beer + bagpipes

Last Friday involved a 5 a.m. wake-up call,

a drive to Geneva airport,

a flight to Barcelona,

a five-hour layover 

{not long enough to go visit the city, 

but definitely long enough to get bored}

& a second flight to Santiago de Compostella.

Once we figured out the bus from the airport to the city centre

& checked in to our hotel, 

it was time to get festive.

The rest of the day looked something like this:

outdoor café & long-arm photo with the groom, Pascal

so many boys, so much beer

tapas & more cerveza at dinnertime {which was around 11 p.m. of course!}

Pascal looking very calm for someone who was getting married the next day

After dinner, the waither convinced us that we had to try a traditional digestif, which involved setting on fire some sort of strong alcohol, some lemon rind, sugar & a few coffee beans.  Each person at the table had to take a turn stirring what was in the bowl clockwise, apparently to ward off evil spirits.  Hmm.

our waiter {on the right} was very sweet & tried to explain everything to us in a mix of Spanish/English/French

after dinner, we wandered through the streets & came across these musicians

the boys couldn't believe how cheap the beer was

though perhaps using cerveza to clean cobblestones is a bit extreme, non Mathieu?

So that was Friday.

But I don't want you to think we did nothing but 

drink beer & goof around,

{even if that's mostly true}

so tomorrow I'll tell you what I learned 

about the city of Santiago de Compostella 

during our nerdy walking tour, ok?

Hasta Mañana!