I don´t know if the title of this entry is correct Spanish. I am not even sure that it is saying what I would like it to, which is, Tossa de Mar (the seaside town where we are staying for another day) is very beautiful. My Spanish is non-existent and Niall is finally proving his worth as a linguist. I have heard of the great Irish, Catalan and Spanish that he can, apparently, spew, but I have heard very little of it until this trip. Although it is a bit crude with his R´s elongated and rough as they are in his Dublin accented English, he makes himself understood, as well as understood to be decidedly not from here.
The town we are in is beautiful. We have a hotel situated practically on the beach with a mountain to our left side and a mountaintop castle to our right, the sea, with several small rock islands pushing out into the otherwise flat, blue mirror-like surface, is breathtaking.
We have little to do here except worry about how many postcards to send or whether we should have our main meal in the middle or the end of the day. We are both extrememly relaxed and I feel that, more than I realized, this vacation was very much needed.
I have been quickly eating up Anthony Bourdain´s Kitchen Confidential, kicking myself that I left his other book, A Cook´s Tour, back in Dublin. He is good, really good (to copy his writing style). And just as proof, last night I had a vicious dream that I can´t quite remember except that is was centered around a kitchen and knives were being wielded.
Tommorrow it is back to Barcelona for one more night, a stop at the major landmarks not yet seen, purchasing chocolate for friends and missed ones and then leaving the Irish guy to sha-sha-sha his way back to the homeland (he hates when I do that), while I make my way east across the great Europa to Prague and the unknown days and nights that wait for me there.
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RaCo...I just came up with that...and I pronounce it ray-co in my head...I'm so sorry to hear about the UNITE program, but admire your unflappability (i think I spelled that wrong, if not made up the word entirely) and determination. And you have every reason to be confident that regardless of this minor setback, there's a bright future for you in Chicago. I'm going to take the strange occurence of an earthquake there as a sign that the Gods were unhappy with your being passed over for the program. You should too. Bye the bye, I'm very much enjoying your blog. It's very nicely written with few grammar or usage errors. It's infused with just enough of your personality to make it a pleasurable read, but devoid of too much "inside baseball" thus making even the occasional inside joke palatable. LOL Keep it up and I very much look forward to seeing you when you return to the States. Damn, I gotta get me to this place you call Europe pronto!
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