Friday, April 20, 2007

(kinda) lost in translation



but the fruit and the vegetables....Those ripe red juicy tomatoes make Barcelona more than perfect. City of design? Maybe. Picasso, Dali, who were they if you have tomatoes that leave your tastebuds tingling with anticipation for more. The tastes, smells, sights and sounds are nothing like that cold stale northern island of England.

'Ah no comprendo'
"two cappuccinos? Ok. where are you from?" (in spanish of course)
and anna understood enough.
' Greece'
'ah yes Greece, beautiful country. and him?'
'The United States'
'Ah...Bush!'
'yes, bush'
'Well, welcome to spain!'

Captain Hook bar, giant statues of cats, camels and mammoths, many many dogs, try a dino's gelato, friggo, el torro, park guell, cuitadella, girl from australia traveling the world, hostel with no windows turning into a sweat lodge, men on the street selling sixpacks, la rambla, old couple from oregon, rabla del raval, placa catalunya, bush, american embassy, barcelonetta, funicular de montjuic, crema catalana, tapas, ill on the pier, biciclettas. Barthelona, Girona, running out of a cafe to catch the last train, Figueres, Barcelona. sunshine, post cards.

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