Visiting Spain without eating Paella is like visiting Ghana without trying Waakye or Kenkey—or visiting Nigeria without sweating over pepper soup.
The first time I had Paella was when I visited Malaga and Marbella about two years ago and since then, it has always been on my mind. A friend told me about several restaurants in London which have Paella on their menu but why would I want to buy Paella from an Indian married to a Chinese and living in London?
Even if it looks like Paella, I doubt it would taste like the one that stole my tongue in Spain. So I had to wait—and from the time I jumped on the plane to Barcelona, it has been Paella on my mind.
Since I am out here on a budget, even if I wish to have Paella and a jar of Sangria for lunch each day, that wouldn’t be possible…
I need to head straight to the gym when the trip is over!