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Barcelona Rocks

Ok — some­one told me that Barcelona was like Tacoma — they were so nuts, it’s not even funny.

Barcelona is not only beau­ti­ful, it’s fun — and yes, while we’re stay­ing in a swanked out super hotel — I think we’d be hav­ing a pretty good time any­way, since the city is so nice. We’ll have to come back some other time and really enjoy it for what it is — a great city. Come here now!

Tomor­row, we travel to Madrid, where we stay for the remain­der of our trip and then fly home. I’m still dread­ing the flight because we don’t have upgrades on our seats or any­thing — but who knows, maybe some­thing good will hap­pen anyway.

I got a good work­out in today, which made me pretty happy — it was tough to get to the gym in most of the other places — but here in the heart of civ­i­liza­tion they actu­ally have health clubs with weights and every­thing (the last place had some sort of phys­i­cal ther­apy chairs that didn’t have any resis­tance — it was sad and weird.

We went to the Picasso museum, which made me feel like a huge slacker — but maybe it’ll get me off my duff and start writ­ing again… or ever

Once we get to Madrid and I get a few days rest, I’ll do a big photo-spread in the blog so you can see every­thing. This is a small post because it’s late, and I want to get up tomor­row and go to the gym and then (woohoo) drive for 6 hours to Madrid.

Life is good again. Had a lit­tle trou­ble find­ing a decent din­ner, but came back to the hotel and had a grandiose room ser­vice com­plete with ridicu­lous things like caviar and foie gras — yes — that’s insane, I know — but well … it was a fun recovery.

Happy Fourth of July from out here in the rest of the world!