chapter 5

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"What does empanadas mean? Or what is it actually?" Evelynn asks and points at the menu in front of her.

Evelynn is notorious for her picky eating and fear of trying new foods. But that is just another reason why I love her so much. No one thinks that I'm picky when the two of us are together.

After explaining and describing most of the foods on the menu, Evelynn decides to order pollo con patatas fritas. Simple but good, she knows that you can never go wrong with chicken. I on the other hand order paella con chorizo, it being one of my favourite foods.

I've always loved Spain with its beautiful landscape, lively people, interesting culture and mouth watering cuisine. My mum always told me that I must've been Spanish in my previous life.

We agree on only drinking water with dinner since it's just our first night here. We can always grab a drink later if we feel like it. It's not like we won't be spending the next few days drinking only sangria.

"So what do you think about the food?" I ask Evelynn and point at her plate with my fork.

"It's actually so good. I'm starting to regret that I've never had chicken with chips before, I definitely should've tried this sooner," she responds.

I only laugh at her answer. So typical from Evelynn, afraid to try new things but when she finally does, she ends up loving them.

Something about this old and a little rustic restaurant makes us spend a good two hours eating and talking. We talk about everything, from cute dogs to the latest girl dramas.

The rest of our night is spent walking around the lively streets of Barcelona pretending to be locals. 

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