October 7
Last night. I did nothing today other than wander around and think about how much I have done in three weeks and how much these three weeks have done for me. Below are some leftover shots from the many I've captured. Martha (best wife ever) told me today that because of how easy it was to maintain the house by herself and how happy I've sounded for the last three weeks, I should absolutely feel free to do this sort of thing anytime. I am so in.

My first week here, there was a food-truck festival in Parque de Cituadella called "Van Van" where all the food trucks had to be vintage American trailers. I was able to get a veggie burger here, and the guy selling them gave me some fries for free because his name was also Daniel.

If you really, really hate paying property taxes, called "IBI" in Spain, you can do something like this. But you still have to pay your taxes.

Some people in Barcelona have the job of blowing really big bubbles. My guess is that it doesn't pay very much, but it's a job.

So many dogs, everywhere. You got your lab mixes and shepherds, but also some breeds that just aren't, I don't know, "American" looking. Like what is this?

A "small" assortment of local, quirky cheeses, all made within a few miles of the restaurant. Were they good? Yes. Did I feel slightly nauseous after eating all this cheese? You bet.











And finally, I have heard so much music everywhere, good bad and ugly, I can't even remember all of it. Here is a tiny sampling: