So… a friend of a friend was in Spain recently, and visited Barcelona.

One of my favorite cities.   In Spain, in Europe, or, well… anywhere.  It has been way too long since I was there.  Many cool things to see in Barcelona.  Including, it would seem, a Chocolate Museum.   I’ve never been there myself, but… well… my friend’s friend DID go to the Chocolate Museum, where they found..

…A chocolate me.

I find myself at a loss for words, but full of questions.

Am I made of dark chocolate or milk chocolate?  No idea.   Am I solid chocolate, or do I have a filling?  Nougat?   Peanut butter?   Nuts?  Does the museum have a display of chocolate writers, where I am to be found between chocolate Tolkien and chocolate Cervantes?  Or other sorts of chocolate celebrities?  Singers, actors, politicians?  (Avoid the chocolate Trump, he’s poisonous).

Or is this item to be found in the gift shop, available for purchase?   That fills me with dread.   So many people are cross with me because of how long it is taking me to finish THE WINDS OF WINTER?  Will they be buying chocolate me by the thousands and biting off my chocolate head in their wroth?

But maybe it’s not me after all.   The guy in the picture is using an Apple laptop.   I use a DOS desktop, so…

 

 

Current Mood: amused