As I try to speak between yawns and sleepy dreams, I have one of those morning conversations about history and science, politics and economics or life and love with my father. Whatever that can be talked about. I insanely enjoy this time so much. It's simply wonderful. Then, lost in time, we finally arrive to our destiny: La Boqueria Market. The biggest town market in Barcelona.
Once there, it's now a typical tradition to have breakfast together at 'El Quim de la Boqueria' a little but delicious restaurant where you can have your food served daily and freshly. It's nice to sit down and start the day with energy. We greet the waiters and talk a little with them. Our food is usually served quickly, and while we devour it we keep conversing and just watching all the people hastily going up and down to get their stalls ready for the customers. As my dad always says, it's like watching a city wake up from a dark night. We walk around and do our shopping and then again, just observing people. Some slice their fruit, others arrange their fresh fish and some cut furiously their meat. And even some practice how to smile! Everybody is there to make you enjoy your stay (and eat well).
'It's like watching and old city wake up from a dark night.'