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  • This story is from a series my study abroad experience in Barcelona, Spain

    One of the best discoveries of Spanish (and I'm assuming the rest of European) culture is the concept of a picnic. I don't mean the picnics of the American dream with a BBQ and games on the lawn within the white picket fence, how ever fun they can be. I'm talking about the simplicity of going to the store, picking up some things with your friends, then just finding a bench on a street or some park and eating.

    The key differences here include the fresh baguette, a little olive oil, some chorizo or another delicious sausage, a small block of cheese (it's best if you haven't had it before), and a bottle of wine. All inexpensive and delicious.

    While laws have just recently been changed banning drinking alcohol in public areas in Barcelona, we didn't mind the change (we are just stupid Americans, right?).

    There is an elegance to this kind of picnic. I'll defiantly be making this a trend for the next few months.
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