Barcelona

I’ve been walking this gothic quarter
My dough staked to this, lots to order
That obvious foreigner
But i’m nowhere close to ready to just cross the border
I’m planted
Give me a pint with my pintxos
Top em off with herb butter and gingko
A little mayo on the side, like it’s cinco
And the chips add up quick - plinko
Breathe these smoky vines by the windows
’til i go home to line up my synchros
Meditating on the message in me to send
The potential of a pen and where the ink goes