Minced ham

Our first stop was some food. I'm rarely hungry until the evening as our breakfasts are huge feasts, but Katarina eats less in the morning. We stopped at a really sweet little cafe served by the sweetest woman with the sweetest of Spanish accents. It was almost a Hollywood comedy. It's our first experience of Catalonia, this region of Spain with a strong (independent) identity. I'm wondering if the accent here is very different. Almost more Spanish, to English ears. The waitress offers me a taste of meats and I order this weird minced ham. I do finish two halves but almost regret it. It was good but finishing this when I wasn't really hungry seemed a little too much. A bit of meat in a baguette is unfortunately not Katarina's first choice. It is of course one of my favourites.