While people in Europe are not nearly as hung up about nudity as we Americans are, I must continue to remind myself that the large glass doors and windows in our apartment are about ten feet away from the large glass doors and windows of the apartments across the street, and that there are parts of me that our neighbors probably don’t particularly want to see first thing in the morning.
And while Spain now seems to be headed for its fourth general election in four years because of its inability to get a majority of people in or out of government to agree on much (the first year I came here there hadn’t been a president in almost a year – but things seemed to be running along just fine without one), there are some small successes that give me hope, like . . .
. . . the 1st Hair and Yoga, which may actually be the first place where you can get your hair cut and do yoga in one stop, and . . .
El Flako, which offers pricey cereal and milk from all over the world to Barcelona hipsters with disposable income in an environment that might remind one of a very spare Starbucks but with way more plants. Proving how out of touch I am with the youth of today, this place opened shortly before I came here last year and I made fun of it, never imagining in my wildest dreams that it would still be open a year later. But it is.
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