Looking to escape reality for the afternoon, I headed to the outskirts of Barcelona to a labyrinth that I had heard about. With a hip flask half full of warm vodka and some rolling tobacco, I got lost for the afternoon in the surreal, manicured gardens. As jetlag started to creep in, I pondered a siesta but opted for something better - a meet up with some amigos for a few vermouths. 

 

 

September 03, 2013 — melissa whillas