Toot your horn.
Trumpet and old-fashioned accents playing around inside the restroom at Taco Perla in San Diego’s North Park.
Nostalgia on display in Barcelona. Vintage bullfighting poster at Museu Tauri.
An odd food spot trend in Barcelona: naming restaurants after American states. I ran past “Nebraska” in our L’Eixample neighborhood. We also found “Kentucky” on one of our museum trips.
I’m not feeling the Halloween spirit this year. Sadly, this costumed holiday falls on a work day. I don’t have the energy to deal with trick-or-treaters and party people when I have to be at work before sunrise.
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.
Today – I’m pouring over political highlights from last night’s Presidential debate.
Last night – I cheered on the Giants with my hubby and puppy on our couch.
Last weekend – I said “Adios” to Spain and flew back home to the Bay Area.
Now, I’m going over a ton of vacation photos. I spotted this cross on the Santa Cova trail on Montserrat. You can read more about our day trip out of Barcelona on my Eurotrip blog.
I thought this would be a nice entry for the Weekly Photo Challenge: Silhouette.