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

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

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