Yesterday T and I made plans to meet up after work at this cool Art Deco style bar we discovered not too long ago. He surprised me down at the train stop on the way there when I encountered him … Continue reading
First off, what an unintentionally goth title for this post ;) This morning T successfully encouraged one of the few neighborhood crows to take peanuts he tossed onto the roof. This takes a bit of coordination and strategy, factoring in … Continue reading
I can see them mobilizing from across the room, rising out of the ground like the Undead from their graves. The other fish don’t even like to be touched by them, by the zombie snails. Their sudden appearance can only … Continue reading
I don’t usually find much to comment about the snails, but this one is perhaps realizing the world beyond the tank has more opportunities than the world within? Don’t forget to write!
View from our balcony at the Internacional Cool Hotel, what a treat! Surprisingly, the doors to the balcony were double-paned and kept out the majority of the street noise, so not only did we have a splendid view of Las … Continue reading
Parc Guell is a sort of architectural garden wonderland designed by Gaudi, who I am beginning to realize has shaped structures all over this city. The park bears the same sort of whimsical, rounded, organic shapes common to a lot … Continue reading
La Sagrada Familia was one of the places I most wanted to visit in Barcelona, so I planned out my day of Gaudi, circling stops on my map, and paid the twenty-something Euro fare for the Hop-On Hop-Off bus tour. … Continue reading
I took the metro down to Las Ramblas where I knew where a little grocery store was. Each day I made a point of eating well at the hotel’s breakfast buffet, and then I acquired some very basic foodstuffs at … Continue reading
We began by taking the metro from Zona Universitaria to Drassanes, which allowed us to make our way up a portion of Las Ramblas. I think perhaps my photos give the impression that it was a rather solitary venture, but … Continue reading
Listen to them … the children of the night … –or– And then the werewolf asked, “Witch way to Alexanderplatz?”
Alexanderplatz and beyond from 29 floors up!
Christmas night we went into the abbey under an uneasy red sky.
Departing Amsterdam, we traveled south by train passing through (or maybe just near) towns like Dordrecht, Roosendal, Antwerp, from Holland into Belgium; transfer at Mechelen station and a second train to Leuven. This is where we’d be spending Christmas.