Some call Barcelona, Spain, the other city that never sleeps – a summary I’d agree with, except for the existence of that snoozy afternoon thing they call siesta. But it’s still undeniable: this city has charge. The blur of Gaudí’s fairytale architecture. La Rambla’s hungry mile of churros and horchata and souvenirs. To arrive is to be swept away, gladly, for days. And nights. And days.
So let’s put things in motion, shall we? Starting with these five completely out-there facts.