Great times in Barcelona, one of my favorite cities. We’ve gotten lost in the wynds and alleys of the old city a couple of times, but what does it matters? Ther are great tapas, beer, and sangria any way you turn. And I am getting recognized everywhere, which is cool and scary both. My hat’s off to the three girls who rescued Jo and me when we were hopelessly turned around in the Ramblas a couple of nights ago.
Still, starting to miss home. Two more days. I love tapas, but I need green chile.