I actually have no idea if everyone uses this word the same way we do, but when a plan either fails to materialize or has to be changed on short…
How’s It Going?
We’re going to take a left turn from our usual posts this week. We’ve written for awhile now about our dreams for moving, and our plans, and the actual journey,…
Up-Country: the North of Portugal, Part 2
To our American readers (and maybe those from other places, but I can’t make informed analogies for y’all): you know how there will be two small towns that perceive themselves…
Monet and Chaos: Days 11 & 12
Rejuvenated after a nice evening together, we played the Museum game once again. We mentioned this earlier, but there was in fact a die roll involved. See, this all goes…
Gloom, Despair, and Agony on Me + Musée d’Orsay: Day 10
Our next day dawned… well, still cold and gloomy, but with just a touch of I don’t know what. Lisa was feeling a little peaky, and was ready for a…
Paris, je t’aime : Day 8
In our family, there is a phrase we use for when the options for something are so numerous and overwhelming as to be useless; we say “field too large.” We…
Neither Here nor There: Day 7
Today is our liminal day, leaving Barcelona and spending a large portion of our waking hours on a train before arriving in Paris. We’re up and out of the Barcelo…
There Are No Good Puns for “Batllo House”: Days 3 & 4
Our next day in Barcelona was Epiphany itself. While it is fair to say that this day is roughly equivalent to Christmas in the U.S., it is not exactly the…
In Sagrada Familia, Baby: Day 2
From a pool of fascinating contenders, The Basilica de la Sagrada Familia (“Basilica of the Holy Family”) is really the chief icon of Barcelona. It’s the masterpiece of architect Antoni…
Moving Day: Over the Atlantic
It’s funny; I’m old enough to consider the idea of posting something from over the Atlantic some kind of fancy-pants miracle, but really now – it’s just wifi that they…
