so when are we moving to barcelona? 70-ish hours in catalunya

this whole learn french thing isn’t going well. you know what is? my recollection of spanish from middle school and an unending love for the city of barcelona. I spent about three days there this week and, needless to say if you’ve read this post’s title, loved it. like, almost everything about the city, the amazingly efficient public transit, the wonderful food, the cheap drinks and the clubs where american music of the ’50s is mixed with roots reggae. if it weren’t for the stifling and constant presence of cigarette smoke, I would have probably never left. (this coming from … Continue reading so when are we moving to barcelona? 70-ish hours in catalunya

and not a single croissant was eaten…

before visiting france, I strongly associated croissants with the country. excuse the forthcoming satc reference, but remember when miranda didn’t want carrie to move to paris with the russian? she said, “what are you going to do over there? sit around and eat croissant?” for us ‘mericans, the buttery, carby, highly caloric treat just screams “FRANCE!!!!!” however, not one flaky morsel has crossed my lips in four weeks. idk, they’re not all over the place like you’d think. instead, I have been eating every other thing imaginable, like:         Continue reading and not a single croissant was eaten…