i love the smell of fresh laundry,
everything i collect my laundry from the dryer, i am always tempted to snuggle facewards into the feel-good fresh-crispness of it all.

i think i am suffering from travelling withdrawal symptoms. i keep expecting something novel to happen, something new to head my way. the familarity of the streets and way around feels odd too as i am probably too used to fishing out a map whenever i go. i miss checking up on travel websites to see where i should visit next. urgh.

i don't think i could find a more compatible travelling partner than my younger sister. true, we had our "did you donate your map navigation skills to the guys in iraq?!!?" moments and times where we wondered whether each other's IQ levels had dipped to single-digit levels.. but other than that, we are so in sync with each other (thumps chest twice -peace out-). who esle can i count on to nibble the streets away? who esle would walk an hour to la sagrada familia only to snap three pictures and be done with the gaudi masterpiece?

and when i read this off mattbites on argentina, my heart convulsed with sadness. i don't know how many of you know that i gave up a business study trip to argentina at the end of this year. south america- the last continent to conquer. i am still young, i know that.. plenty of chances to travel and unless some glaringly-accurate nostradamus-like prophecy about "the end of the world" comes true, argentina will always be around. but it still hurts. from the day i emailed the professor to tell him that i will be withdrawing from the programme. sigh.

a fellow female exchange student friend of mine (what an introduction) will be travelling through prague, vienna, italy and london on her own. in actuality, i am tempted to do the same as travelling alone would be a mini-milestone when gauged against the "personal-development-scale". well maybe just to one destination first.. nothing too ambitious

oh gaw-! i just found out that one of my favourite globe trekker host megan mccormick "graduated from boston university with a bachelor's degree in philosophy and political science." now what does that mean? and why the hell am i getting all excited? am i going to boston university? nopes, though lucky edward is. am i about dump business and swtich to political science? better not.

but you see how irrelevant her degrees are to what she is doing now? before reading this, i would have thought that political science and travelling host were chalk-cheese-compatible.. now, i see the light at the end of the tunnel.

this is such a long post.

i had ice cream from paradis. again.
new flavour-'skilpadde'.

its WAYYY good. huh you think? what's 'skilpadde'.. its actually 'turtle' in danish. but before you start pelting me with eggs, the sho-sho good ice cream contains a danish candy called 'skilpadde' which, according to tastebuds, contains caramel and chocolate chip bits.. the ice cream contained some ass-kickin' rum too.. ooo. but BOOBOO NO PICTURE..

one of my fravourite things to do nowadays when i am not
a. correcting french-corded english grammer on my societies report (courtesy of my french groupmates)
b. decorating voodoo dolls of my inconsiderate neighbours (just kidding)
c. lamenting about the erratic weather changes

is reading up on travel blogs ON singapore. try it, you will be surprised by what you read.. just google "singapore travel blog". though most rap lyrical about how clean, green and efficient singapore is, i am even more intrigued by how paranoid some of them sound before visiting the tiny law-straitjacketed island. most voice concerns over chewing gum, caning, flushing the loo.. and one guy even proudly remarked how he managed jaywalked across a street WITHOUT getting a fine. *clap clap, let me fetch you a blue ribbon*

but i must admit, i myself am guilty of over-describing the laws cum penalties in singapore to my fellow exchange students. then again, i am not one to muse over how zip-quick-efficient our transportation system is or how pow-wow-strong our gdp per income capita is.. on the contrary, i derive unbecoming pleasure from the look of horror upon their faces when i describe the death penalty and caning procedure. and of course, their wide eyed trying-to-restrain-dropping-jaw looks does little to quelch my enthusism.

at times, a opportune single eyebrow is lifted to emphasize a point, followed by a brief pause to allow the consequence of my statement to trickle in slowly. haha. such fun. i can be plain sadistic at times.

but of course, i love my itsy-bitsy island! i also found a great blog article seen from the perspective of a tourist ono kinegrindz so that noone can accuse me of being bias. right.

this morning the internet was down, forcing me to get out of my room for need of some action. i made a trip to the school library hoping to get new books and actually spent a couple of hours just reading on the couch.

i picked up a copy of newsweek that had a feature on the world’s most endangered destinations and the articles in it entertained me for a hour or so. i particuarly enjoyed Guests Welcome by peter mayle and Tourist can be a Force for Preservation by alex kerr.. maybe i was consoled by the articles since as a tourist traveller, i am guilty of contributing to the list of tourist faux pas (postcards and fridge magnets anyone?)..

but i picked up some really cool (for lack of a better word) books too. 'the secrets of mariko' by elisabeth bumiller which follows the real life of a japanese woman and her family and 'censoring history' by laura hein and mark selden which talks about the history we perceive to be true and how it has been shaped by political agendas. sounds interesting huh?

no fear if the internet is down.

bitch note: i am reading an essay written by a french groupmate for a project and i am absolutely bewilderedbefuddled here. what in the world is she trying to say? is it the grammer? the vocabulary? or the seemlessly never-ending sentences that sees a fullstop only at the end of five lines?

when i asked her to shorten her sentences, she comes along and tells me that "its the french way of writing" though i didn't have the heart to tell her that this is an ENGLISH paper, which will be read and graded by a DANISH teacher.. so it really helps if he UNDERSTANDS WHAT HECK YOU ARE WRITING.

oh lorrrrd, reading her essay is so painful.. i rather be strapped to a bed of pins, with mariah carey's greatest hits on repeat mode. at least death is near. it would be sure hell of a joke to survive the long harsh scandinavian winters and below-zero remperatures, only to fall prey to french-fied english report,

i bought a new sudoku puzzle book from the supermarket today. i have not touched sudoku since january and most puzzle books were overpriced (that being said everything is overpriced in copenhagen.. haha). but i got a 300-puzzle book for 30kr which is considered a real bargain.. so i am pretty thrilled..

somehing struck me today. i need to earn money. i think its the inherent chinese-mentality to make money whenever we go. i mean throughout my travels in europe, i have not seen a single asian beg on the streets. work as a waiter, cleaner.. open a provision shop.. WHATEVER it takes to put some paos on the table! with full knowledge that i would return home to a depleting bank account, i cannot help but think of the summer jobs i need to take up when i get home.

last night i prepared black pepper kalkun using thank-god-for-packaged sauce (courtesy of mum). wassit kalkun? that's turkey in danish. haha.. verdict? i like it! i am always apprehensive whenever i see "black pepper" used as a description on food items.. like "sweet and sour".. insidious descriptions used to mask up less than desirable freshness.. asian flavour massacared by western palates.

but this one retained a smokyable-bodied taste which i think my german friends found it a tad too spicy to handle. authenticity proven.

the aperitive factor was further enhanced with the pairing of rosemary and garlic foccacia bought from the italian deli! a quick toast in the oven brought out its loverly-herby aroma.. topping my bread fix for the day... nothing beats fresh herb bread from the local bakery.. be it singapore, spain, germany or copenhagen.. swoon



a cookie for your thoughts? a craving called out for a chocolate chip cookie fresh from the bakery. live from room 217, as i am eating it right now and blogging at the same time.

hmm.. crunchy. good dose of chocolate chips. though almost overly sweet from bite no. 3 onwards..

oh, i absolutely cannot stand the stupid word verification that blogger has just come up with.

i was reading charl's email.
oh girlfriends! charl, wai and nadia.. all i can say is
"Are You There God? It's Me, Margaret"

i ripped this picture of ono kine grindz because it is the staggerring epitome of what i love. i wish the speed of my finger typing could keep up with my hyper level of enthu-excitment..

it is dessert from this retaurant called Shokudo Japanese Restaurant & Bar (in hawaii, i think)..

"two thick slices of toast were drizzled with some warmed, and slightly carmelized, honey then topped with a healthy spoonful of azuki beans and a huge scoop of vanilla ice cream.. "

did someone say red bean? or bread? or ice cream?! this dessert was MFM. made for me. excuse me for when i get excited, my creative linguistic juices somehow acquaints itself with a deadly shot of lameness.

but please, could someone fedex shangri-la to me????

presenting, "we love gelato!"

starring (from top to bottom, left to right): justine, andi, stina, heiko, me and birget.

no, its just not natural for gelato to taste this good. impossible. no buts. zip-nip-fip.

it is even ungodly to derive such pleasure from mere dessert. what do they call it? no, not gluttony. lust. that's it.

unfathomable flight of fancy indeed.




uncluttered blue skies on saturday. the sun's rays grazed the streets lovingly, resembling a mother's protective embrace from the hurtful.

an unsubtle calling, perhaps? in any event, few needed little prompting to visit paradis for some ice cream lovin'.

almost everyone had different flavours, thereby encouraging an unsanitary exchange of spoon swipes. today, my tongue-twisting flavours include apple and panna cotta (caramel). and it was one helluva generous scoop, i had to lick of a collasping thimble-full before i could snap a picture of it.

nutter in the middle of the road.




the gelato was ever so good that if i were a hostage in iraq withholding some vital defence strategy and my enemies were to wave a double scoop (cone, please) in front of me, i might just crumble. p.s i have below-ground-level morals when it comes to dessert.

dressed for the occasion- don't we look smart in our sunnies?

arh, paradis cafe.. place will probably leave a deeper impression than the combined forces of the little mermaid statue and amelieborg palace.

Stuttgart, Germany

stuttgart. street food?

as mentioned in an earlier post, i was told doner kebabs in german was an experience not to be missed. in stuttgart, i had a lahmacun. i was under the impression that it was just a normal wrap until answers.com told me otherwise. globablly-put, the lahmacun is turkish pizza where the dough is first covered with spiced lamb and later stuff-filled with vegetables. though this lahmacun was lamb-stinged, i unexpectedly enjoyed the taste of fresh crisp vegetables.

again, thanks to answers.com, i have found a worthy explaination of the currywurst for you my dear readers. the currywurst is a typical german street food.. the grilled pork sausage is cut into bite-sized pieces and seasoned with ketchup and generous amounts of curry powder.. and served with my preferred chunky pomme frites (fries)

apparently rumour has it that this used to be former german chancellor, gerhard schroeder favourite food.. now i am no expert on german politics nor mr schroeder's credantials but that guy knows his grub. the currywurst was so delicious, only the small toothpick that i had prevented me from finishing it in half the time.

oh greasy days! i also tried this prawn snack from nordsee in stuttgart. breadcrumed and deepfried prawns with a lavious tar tar dip.. i didn't even bother with the toothpicks after my first prawn.. beliving in the heightened sense of pleasure when you eat with your fingers.. haha

nordsee is a mcdonalds-like chain in germany and it specialises in seafood. now why don't they have this in singapore?! at least, seafood is healthy, no?

3:45am in the morning.. having supper, listening to the morning show on power98.
hmm, what am i doing up right now?
blame it on the neighbours.

Stuttgart, Germany

germany updates:

stuttgart.

this lesser-known but by no means less-interesting town in germany was home for 3 nights.. my german host family were more than generous and accomodating. andi's parents and siblings took care to make sure i felt right at home, which wasn't difficult since the hospitaliby was plain hospitable. though andi's mum didn't speak much english, her caring nature shone through her continous need to make sure her loved ones were well looked after. despite german being their native language, the straub family made it a point to converse in english and watch dvds in english (with german subtitles) to make i didn't feel left out.

nights were peaceful and for the first time in months, i actually slept without ear-plugs. every morning, i awoke to the bell chimes of the nearby cathedral and a bountiful basket of fresh bread.. sounds pretty provincial huh? haha..

i thankfully didn't need to eat out much as andi's mum was a fantastic cook. though meals were neither extravagant nor exhorbitant, they were worthy of michelin stars in my little red book.



my first dinner was german kassler (loin of the pork), potatoes and cheese with bread.


on easter friday, we stayed away from meat. smoked salmon, prawn salad and different types of cheese took center stage. with the decorative grapes, doesn't the cheese platter remind you of a roman platter?


this was dinner upon arrival from munich. smoke-bellowing roast lamb, beans with bacon, pan fried potatoes and nudlen.


haha this is as german as it gets- sausages!

i also visited burg honenzollern castle, which stood on top of a hill. seeing how only the handicapped and elderly took the shuttle bus, we decided to hike up the hills. it was a climb that proved just how lousy my stamina was. its quite worrying when i think of the number of breaks i had to take in that short period of time..

after the twenty minutes climb, i must bore an uncanny resemblance to pugsy. HARHAR, YANG!

but up above, the view was pretty amazing. though the castle would probably have been prettier in spring/ summer with all that greenery, i am glad i made that trip.

i hardly take naps here.
but today i feel into a drowsy three hour nap after lunch
whoa. talk about power nap.

while random blog surfing, i came across the article on eating with your hands and i thought to myself, "how true!" i do believe that at times, eating without cutlery contribute to the overall enjoyment and fosters an unsung bond since you can only eat so unglamourously amongst chums and family. here in europe, i have been so chi-chi-faced, slicing my pizzas and fries with cutlery and once, i even ate grapes with a knife and fork! what the.. exactly.

well i am not going to pull a fred flintstone and tuck into a steak with my bare hands anytime from now but i do feel that eating with fingers is underrated and should be celebrated.. haha

look here: finger food

i felt the itch to catch on some tabloid news from people.com. hmm.. gwyneth, new baby.. julia, new broadway show.. leonardo, new fresh-out-of-puberty girlfriend.. oh and katie holmes finally adopts baby girl to hide fake pregnancy gives birth.. sweet.

for this reason, i sometimes feel that their million dollar paychecks are indeed justified. look these people work 24/7, providing entertainment for us mere mortals on- and more importantly, offscreen. it sure must be tiring to 'shock-and-awe' all the time..

Munich, Germany

back in copenhagen after a whirlwind affair with spain and germany.
this will be my crucial month since my grades pretty much depends on how i perform for my group projects and oral exam.
i was on msn talking to two friends who are finally getting out of military service this summer and one of them will be entering boston university in august.. so the other friend and i were talking about planning a road trip in the states next summer.. *looks on dreamily

moving on to germany updates..

munich.

our first meal in munich took place at augustiner am dom where i had bradwurst with sauerkraut with a sidedish of nudlen (german noodles).

i am usually adverse to the taste of pork but the bradwurst was really tasty.. i guess the presence of the saunerkraut helped cut what could potentially have been an extremely porkish taste..

the nudlen (noodle) was slightly more interesting. plain tasting thumbnail-size of floury-doughy bits..it is difficult to imagine this topping anyone's favourite food list.. but hey, at least i can say i have tried german noodles.. haha..

we ate a lot of rubbish along the way and i even had a lacklustre belgium waffles from haagen daaz..

on our second day in munich, we headed over to famous beer drinking hall Hofbrauhaus. though Hofbrauhaus suffers from the reputation of being too touristy, i do believe that tourism encourages bavarians to keep their unique customs alive.

third row on left, the weisswurst is au fait bavarian breakfast. it is a white veal and herbed sausage eaten with mustard and i had a freshly-baked mustard to go with it.

here are some tips for eating this veal-lishly good dish: 1. peal the skin from the sausage and 2. the liquid within the pot is just water, DO NOT mistake it for broth or drink it

ooo, the pretzel really was deliciously fresh.. hey, i have had pretzels on three occasions since arrival in germany, so a fair amount of authority should be awarded.. haha.. check out the litre-strong beer mugs!

since andi could not finish his lunch, i gleefully chomped through half a lamb shank with roasted potatoes and beans.. there was a young german waitress hawkering giant pretzels and though i seriously suspected that her shirt mini pink outfit served as a motivation for sales, i was genuinely attracted by the sheer knowledge of eating the mega-pretz.. but alas, after my wiesswurst and lamb shank, i coud only stomach half the giant pretzel.

actually before hofbraunhaus, i had a hazelnut and caramel muffin from san francisco coffee company.. it was slightly on the dry side, with a faint scent of either hazelnut nor caramel but having been deprived of muffins for so long.. there were no major damages.

after returning to stuttgart, i found an easter present waiting in my room from andi's family.. MORE CHOCOLATES! i got to have my sugar blood level checked back in copenhagen.. the snickers bar that i had the night before.. neuhaus white chocolate that i had on our drive back..and now this!

besides the foot-tall chocolate rabbit, there were malteses, milky ways, marsbars, doves etc etc.. it was especially difficult to resist since they were all bite sized pieces, this making it easier to try EVERY SINGLE one.. two words: kinder bueno. mighty yum.

OH WHY CAN'T MY TASTEBUDS BE MORE DISCERNING?!

i got to admit i had a great time with the bunny- that sounds disturbingly hugh hefner-esque.. despite a throbbing semi-sore throat, i gamely polished half the chocolate rabbit on my flight back to copenhagen and the other half today.. i am beginning to suspect that i could be addicted to chocolates, which is odd because i am hardly 'addicted' to any food in particular. oh maybe bread, but that's more of a preference (over the other carbs) and 'soft spot' issue.. whilst today, i actually found myself itching for chocolate after breakfast.. oh dear.

Munich, Germany 2

munich.

happy 500th post! i feel ancient.

after a two and a half hour drive from stuttgart, we finally arrived in munich. we dumped our luggages into our hostel and made our way down to the city centre marienplatz. i guess it was a blunderring case of being at the right place at the wrong time- this being saturday, the only day shops were opened for this easter weekend.

the streets were teeming with locals cum tourists, hoping to gain a slice of retail action before religious interest took over, thus we were pretty much shoulder-rubbed and elbowed across town.

when we finally managed to pull ourselves away from shopaholics anonymous, we realised there was the lunch crowd to deal with. although it was a satisfying moveable fest, the entire process from waiting for the table, to waiting for our orders to be taken and served and evetually, waiting for the bill left me bursting with anxiety to re-join the retail opportunitists.

looping in and out of the main street took us to Maximilianstraße, where haute couture and even hauter cars reigned. bentley? checked. ferrari? ditto. the porsches, mercedezes and bmws lined streets in silent unison, as if daring less than chic wheels to park alonside them. well, like you would expect otherwise from car crazy germany..

since we completed downtown in a day and shops were mostly closed on sundays, we visited the Englischer Garten (english garden) but alas, after visiting the more spectacular retiro garden in madrid, english garden seemed mediocore by tourist standards.

highlight of the day belonged to Hofbrauhaus, munich's beloved beer hall, where over lunch, we soaked in the part-traditional part-gimmcky bavarian heritage.

though hardline traditionsalists may scoff over this circus affair, lunch was an entertaining affair as bavaria seniors proudly don their leprechaun-ish outfits and sometimes even dance along to the rhythms of live music.

with much time to spare, we visited the Olympiapark- a mini town within a town. it wasn't particularly awe-inspiring but the view from the hills above was invigortating enough..

would you shaked your head in distress if you found out that my munich purchses consisted of instant noodles and asian cookies from a chinese supermarket? i was surprised by how well stock this chinese supermarket was and couldn't resist a mini spree. i even found 'bin bin,' japanese crackers that i loved back in singapore.

i do feel that munich was a little overrated. two days was more than enough and i was glad to be back in stuttgart.

off to the library!

madrid. best moments.

final installation of spain..

our lovely lobby from cats hostel..



wiseguys yang and i skipped the three euros entreance to museo el prado and visited the opposite retiro park for one euro. though not all the flowers were in season, the camelias and tulips were amazingly beautiful.. which made me think why the heck would anyone want to lie on a bed of roses when camelia spreads look even more inviting and don't rose bushes have thorns? HMMMM..



this was taken outside the royal palace. we asked two local madridians to help us take a photographs with the roman statues and after that, they volunteered to be in the picture with us! talk about spontaneous.. i love the spanish.. they can be incredibly offhand, without giving a damn if anyone thinks they are odd.. haha.. note how colour coordinated we are!

madrid downtown.



another favourite moment was when yang and i impetuously walked into a hair salon because yang was tired of the jaw-dropping haircut prices in uk. after gaining much insight into the price rates, we picked up the spanish instyle, picked out a picture and showed it to our non-english-speaking hairdresser.. who then proceeded to provide yang with quite the hair-raising ride of her life.

we watched flamenco at casa patas on ,our second night in madrd. we actually visited casa patas on our first night in madrid since it was just a couple of doors away from our hostel. we met incredibly friendly locals, including two semi-drunks and the bartender. our two drunk amigos kept yang and i amused and introduced us to pulpo gallega by letting us take a bite of their plates.. haha..

pulpo gallega from casa patas (madrid): 'pulpo' means octopus in spanish and though this dish can be served as a tapas, we had it as an entree at casa patas, thanks to our drunks amigos the night before. this delicious dish was served galician style- octopus, sprinkled with sea salt, paprika and olive oil and grilled to plump perfection. plate's up!

i think we caught a spanish boyband in mtv-filming- action.

with four days in madrid, we owned all the time in the world and i will never forget spending a lazy afternoon on the lawns on royal palce, just gazing into the vast clear-blue skies and talking about i-have-forgotten-what. thoroughly relaxing..

more photos:
barcelona
madrid

back in copenhagen from germany!

pictures coming your way..

zhu: 15th! please say you'll join me on a local food feast..

Madrid, Spain

madrid.
ginos: i met up with fellow smu exchange student sharon in barcelona and she took
yang and i out for lunch at ginos. honestly, the thought 'huh, italian food in spain?' came to my mind when sharon first mentioned it but i am glad we tried it out.

yang ordered the cannelloni rossini, which features creamy white pasta filled with meat and bechamel au gratin.. which clearly set well with her the carbonara-lover. sharon had the lorraine, a pizza topped with hereagain! bacon, gouda cheese and four cheese sauce.. this pizza was difficult to resist..haha.. but i particularly liked my piamontese pizza, which was topped with whatsnottoloveabout bacon and caramilsed onion. two words: love it. the sweetness of caramilsed onions totally spilt my tastbuds and now whenever i order pizza, i want to have my onions caramilsed- no way around it.

santa anna: for dinner, sharon took yang and i out for dinner at santa anna, which was a pebble´s throw away from la ramble. for our entree, we made an advanturous choice of paella arroz negro- black (squid) ink paella.

tip: don't order this dish if you are hoping to impress your first date. eat it only with friends and family whom you can afford to be unglam in front of.

tapas-wise. sharon recommended the pinchos de maruno (grilled pork, seasoned with with cumin and paprika), which is what i would NOW recommend.. and we shared a calamare dish too, note the slightly-thicker batter? though i don't usually prefer thick batters, this got the thumbs-up from yang.

la paca vaca. unbashedly my second buffest in spain, yang and i had such a ball over this unspanish feast. it was such a good deal (at 7.95euros) since there was a high food turnover rate.. luckily we made it to the restaurant at half past one as fifteen minutes later, there were hordes of people queuing and the long lines continued till past three.. erm yes we were there for quite a while.. we gave the salad table a customary visit and launched intos our meats.

CARNIVORES UNLEASHED: yes out-of-the-roastary meats and sausages.. the roast pork was a blissful reminder of those that we had back in singapore (think crrrrcrunchy skin and super-tender meat, sanwiching a thin layer of fat.. ooo). there was lamb too and i made sure i ate enough to satisfy my lamb quotar since i hardly get any protein back in copenhagen! i skipped the pasta and delved into the fresh-out-of-the-oven pizzas which were amazingly good.. when you tear apart the pizza base, a light almost fluffy texture emerges... no kidding, i lost count of the number of slices that i had.. mmmm.

ruffles: this probably confirms your suspicion that i ate EVERYTHING in spain.. BUT BUT.. you got to understand ruffles is soo dreadfully expensive in copenhagen and here they have flavours suited to local's taste. at only 0.95euros for 200g, i tried both the jamon jamon (smoked ham) and york'eso (ham and cheese). verdict? jamon was ordinary but york'eso had me licking the sides of the packet after i polished the entire bag. how on earth does the company frito-lay capture or rather powderify the essence of ham and cheese?! ingenious.

just in case you were wondering, i am still in germany.. hence the lack of updates. keep smiling, kids!

Barcelona. Spain

favouritest memories.

i will try to keep this post un-foodie.. if that's possible.. hohoho..



left: view from the top of parc guell; right: yang with the lizard

taking into consideration the crazy meat-fest at la paca vaca, we decided to head onto parc guell- on foot, to ease our fat-laden souls of guilt. but damn, it was a one and half hour walk! U-P-H-I-L-L.. the both of us became so grumpy along the way- though luckily we managed to keep away from each other's necks.. the funny thing was how anti-climaxal parc guell was. after the physically- challenging climb, we were like, 'where's the lizard... hurry up.. take a picture of the lizard.. quick stand in front of the lizard, yang'..

and there were many many who felt the same way and i took the above picture to show how overly-hyped and tourist-covered the silly lizard was.. well at least yang got the lizard to herself for two minutes.



our hostel was actually next to the casa batllo..



la sagrada familia was right smack in the middle of the surbans... imagine living your life next to a revered work of art.. to be honest, la sagrada is so eccentrically-designed.. without the skyfoldings, i doubt most would know its uncompleted.. haha.. we created another tourist fuax pas at la sangrada familia. instead of oohing and aahing over the unfisnished masterpiece, i took a few pictures.. yang didn' even bother with her camera here, before heading downtown for dinner.



down la rambla, yang and i played up our 'beachness' by taking a relaxing stroll along the port. there seemed to be a huge fuss in front of one of the buildings but we totally ignored it.. realising later that it was the wolrd trade center. haha.. whooppss

bubo: an incredibly chic food boutique where they serve carefully-crafted tapas and dessert treats that will have you fumbling for your camera and wallet.

i don't quite remeber its specific location, only that it is in barri gothic.. should visit if you can!