Hola Barcelona
food, candles and American Beauty
Here I am. Back. I lived here for six years in the early 2000s. I arrived this morning and realized that I forgot how alive this city is (well, there were literally thousands on the street in a demonstration, but still, haha).
This is my first trip away on my own this year, and it won’t be the last. In case you don’t know, this is kind of shadow therapy for me (long story).
I planned to stay locked up in the hotel room and write my book, but I didn’t. The weather is gorgeous, and I took a long walk (10K+ steps, yayyy!). I loved it and almost didn’t want to return to the hotel.
Eventually, I did come back after buying a small bottle of wine (just trying to behave) and some of my favorite olives. I had lunch earlier (see picture below) and am still full, but a snack won’t hurt. Plus, all the great minds and artists had long walks and wine and did nothing to come up with their genius muse at some point.
(I may have made that up.)
So, the book remains untouched, but now I am writing for you because I fancy it. I just had a bath with candles and suddenly thought, “Fuck, are you allowed to do that?” I remember my daughter said they aren’t allowed candles—therefore, fire—in their rooms.
Now I’m panicking, so I’ll have to get rid of the evidence just in case. These people have my ID. I don’t even know if you’re allowed to have a bath, although there is a bathtub; I had to buy a plug from the corner Chinese shop.
It’s kind of lucky that I flew in today. The government has issued a warning on all phones (no joke), and tomorrow all activities are suspended due to strong winds. Plus, I got room number 333, which is a lucky number too.
Now all I need is a hot husband whose only goal in life is to make me happy 😊
Only joking (well, not really).
Going to bed now, will carry on later…
