Barcelona, I Hardly Know You
Musician, Barcelona Barcelona, we’ve only just met, and I’m already on my way. I’d prefer to stay awhile, maybe have to go to the grocery store to make a real meal to serve to friends to really feel like I’m getting to know you, but it’s not to be. I remember when rushing into a new town, frantically seeing all the famous sights, walking my legs off and staying in hotels was my idea of blissful travel. Not now, I see. I find I like to get there and stay awhile, like I do i


To Be a Lemming at Montserrat
Montserrat, Barcelona So, I’m a reluctant tourist at best. Short attention span at best. And best at being the tourist who has a companion leading the way. So I don’t have to think or plan or pay attention– But here I am, exploring a new place, alone. Which is how I like it, so as a tourist, I’m in a little bit of trouble. Take yesterday and a nice little jaunt to Montserrat, an old monastery an hour and a half outside of Barcelona, up in the mountains. I wanted to go for


Six Hours in Paris
Mr. Pids, Paris On my way to Barcelona, I stopped in Paris to leave a suitcase at a friend’s apartment. I am sure this part of the plan was worth it. So worth it because I met Mr. Pids. He’s nine months old, and is actually named Piddles, but I think this is one of those names based on premature impressions. Mr. Pids is a fine young hound now. He kept me company all afternoon as I tried to stave off jet lag long enough to get myself on the overnight train to Barcelona. H

