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"Ramona ..." "Yes?" Sophistically he sat down in the chair in front of him and handed her the bottle of wine. He immediately knocked over the bottle and smiled sweetly. “Wow! L’Ermita Priorat 2012 Alvaro Palacios! One of Spain’s most treasured wines and the msterpiece that L’Ermita is worshiped and coveted by many. ” Satisfied with its promise and drank the wine again. "Do you want to ask something?" He sipped the wine from the goblet and slowly sighed. “Do you know a girl named Blessy?”

La Bastilla restaurant was on the river, across from three bridges that joined northern Zaragoza, all residential neighborhoods I was assured, from the historic southern side of the city. No show for us, just a gastronomic orgy of tastes, starting with what I was told was the best ham in Spain, although Pablo, once again seated nearby, told me it was only the second best. It was sliced paper-thin and melted in your mouth. As the first entry, it was a great start. My only disappointment was that Ana Isabel was separated from me, sitting opposite and at an angle. Beside her was another General, who seemed intent on talking to her, although far less 'friendly' than most at the table. He'd occas

He was about to get his credit card, but I beat him by giving mine to the old lady. "For both of the t***s." I said and then looked at him smirking. "Gotta be faster Vasilios." I teased. He looked amused up at me, but didn't say anything. The old lady gave me my credit card back and the t***s. "Have a nice day dear." she said sweetly. "Thank you." I gave Flynn his tapa and we walked out of the shop. After we finished eating our t***s we had a really nice walk down to La Rambla, I can remember when I used to come here with Larissa. The street restaurants here sells the most delicious foods.

FINALLY, we had a chance to get more pictures of the famous mosaic terrace. Almost everything was pictured-perfect. I have no qualms about the beauty of Barcelona. The last one we went to was Las Ramblas, one of Barcelona’s most famous walking streets. There’s always something to photograph here, so Farrah and I didn’t miss taking a picture of the statue of Christopher Columbus. We also chose to eat breakfast along the street. Tapa is said to be one of the most famous foods of the locals, you can’t help but taste it when you’re here in the city, that’s why Farrah and I tried it, along with Spanish wine and desserts.

Breiy exclaimed while he cringed with the thought that crossed his mind. "Jealous.." Blaze mouthed at his brother who just rolled his eyeballs to him while everyone enjoyed the usual bantering of the two brothers. "Let's start the barbecue party, I'm excited to try the new grill" Lander announced before they all headed outside to the balcony. "I chose the meat and the wagyu beef, they are the finest quality" Breiy bragged while he opened the packets with the prepared meats and kinds of seafood to grill. "The wines are here, the beers are in the fridge if you want some beers" Blaze told Ace's friends who were grinning excitedly.

Mediterranean it was. “Perfect. There’s a chef in town from Ibiza—his roasted sea bass is legendary,” Raphael said as he walked her to the car and opened the door, one hand shielding the top so she wouldn’t bump her head. Grace hadn’t eaten much all day. The mention of fish—her favorite—lit up her eyes.

I sat there talking to them and for a small moment in time I forgot all my current problems and I guess that was the power of memories, they always served as an exit to your current reality whenever you allowed them to. "Spain," Britt called out from inside gaining all our attentions. "I'm coming sis," he shouted back getting up and I smiled at how close they had grown. "Do you got any beers here?" Dice asked making me cringe slightly since to me beers were a waste of alcohol. "No, I got wine, champagne and Hennesy, and you not touching my Henny," I replied "Taj, Dice we going to the store," Spain announced. "Why we going to the store?" Taj asked as they stood up.

, the blonde extends her hand and takes mine, “Nice to meet you, my name is Blanca de La Rosa.” I ain’t overfond of boots, but I’ve figured I have very expensive taste for someone with 75 euros in their cleavage. Berta took me to several stores, and one of them was Chanel, the best. I assumed she was a regular. Look, another sign of royalty. “If you bet money, I'll put on the bow”, I point to my hair, “And the boots to gamble.” The girls exchange glances and seem to communicate through them. Blanca claps her hands.

Chelsea bragged in a high-pitched tone. Everyone chuckled. A waitress walked over. “Hey, what can I get you?” “Two bottles of champagne?” Shelby suggested. “Ace of Spades?” Chelsea suggested. “Nah, I don’t like that champagne. What about some Dom?” Hector asked. “That’s not my favorite,” Chelsea said with her nose turned up. “Cristal is usually good for a big group,” Teresa said. “Sounds good to me,” Catherine said. “Two bottles of Cristal,” Cameron said to the waitress.

Tippa said as she looked at his handsome face that had her heart beat erratically as she fought to remain calm. "At twelve, I'll have the Tomahawk steak for two, medium well, with the red peppers and caramelized onions, the heirloom apple salad, the Tuscan black kale with polenta, and a side of you. Oh, please bring us a bottle of Domaine La Tour Vielle, Vin Doux Naturel, Banyuls to accompany the meal." Ross ordered it all without looking at the menu. Eyes fixed on Tippa. She couldn't deny it was sexy and impressive, but there was one problem.