My reason for riding the bus was to orient myself to the city and to make note of future things I want to see or do in more detail. I refused to consider this my 'opportunity' to know everything about Barcelona so my camera kept firmly packed away, but I was one of the few.
After the bus tour, I wandered around Ciutat Vella (the old town) enjoying chocolate (the liquid kind!), a glass of rose and some gelato. (It will be a wonder if I come back from here under 200 pounds.) Afterward, I sat on the balcony connected to my room, enjoying cheese, ham and tempranillo- and noticing a cute little pair of suspended toddler shoes.
The doggie is Pruna- she belongs to the woman from whom I'm renting a room. (More to follow on that.) |
2 comments:
hopefully the shoes dont have the same meaning they have here in the hood!
And what's it mean in 'the hood' - like you might wake up with a horse head?? In other circles, less malevolent, it means it is somebody's time to move on, but not in the macabre sense.
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