colonialism: the big elephant in the room (aka on posing with statues of people who probably hated me)

it started with columbus. barcelona, a city within a nation that owes a lot to the exploits of christopher columbus, has an expansive, beautiful monument to that person and I wanted to pose with one of the lions featured. I’ve … Continue reading colonialism: the big elephant in the room (aka on posing with statues of people who probably hated me)

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