I love red wine. I love the taste of it and the smell of it. I like how it makes me feel fancy as fuck,…
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Get There: 3rd floor, Calle de Augusto Figueroa, 24, 28004. The closest metro is Chueca. Price: €3-5 beers San Anton’s rooftop bar on top of…
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His name was Jack and he was from Sydney: two facts that I only actually found out after a brief conversation with him the following…
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Get There: Carrer de Provença 171, 08036 Barcelona, Spain by taxi or metro. Cost: 5€ with a drink ticket (beer or basic) This salsa joint goes…
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Like most Sundays, I wake tasting stale whiskey and drooling on myself, naked. I wake up cotton-mouthed in an unfamiliar place, scanning the room for…
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It was my last afternoon in Barcelona, and I was having an absolute mare. Photographic evidence had just surfaced of me making out with a…
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Fancy going to the world’s biggest food fight? Do you love Sangria and siestas and olives? Have you ever wished you could have been a…
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It started in Parque del Buen Retiro, one of Madrid’s biggest parks, as I rested on a bench overlooking the stately monument to King Alfonso…
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