Everest

Barcelona is a city that will bleed you dry if you let it. Between the ten-euro gelatos and the 'authentic' tapas joints that haven't seen a local since the Olympics, your wallet can take a beating before you’ve even seen a single Gaudí chimney. That’s why a place like Hotel Everest exists. It’s not a palace. It’s not a 'boutique experience' designed by a firm in London. It’s a clean, honest base camp for people who actually want to see the city, not just the inside of a lobby.\n\nYou’ll find it on the sixth floor of a building on Travessera de Gràcia. There’s no grand entrance, no doorman in a gold-braided coat. You take the elevator up, and suddenly you’re in a world that understands the value of a Euro. With only 17 rooms, it’s small enough that the staff—people like Ampar, who reviewers treat like a long-lost saint—actually know who you are.