My ENG Operator: “How was Barcelona?”
Me: “Too short.”
The transition to life back in the States feels surreal. The sights, flavors and people of Spain have turned into a dream.
I miss my morning ritual of café con leche on the balcony of our L’Eixample apartment, overlooking students chasing balls and residents drying laundry. I’ve returned to my American morning habit of strong Starbucks coffee (with fresh ground beans) and last night’s 11 PM aircheck. Then driving to work before sunrise.
I have my vacation photos. I nearly filled up my iPhone 4 with all the files. Totally worth it.
Now, I can look back at the best meal of my life.
This is part of Lasarte’s tasting menu.
And – This is the first part of my entry for the Photo Sunday challenge: Delicate.