“Perhaps travel cannot prevent bigotry, but by demonstrating that all peoples cry, laugh, eat, worry, and die, it can introduce the idea that if we try and understand each other, we may even become friends.”
I’ve got an intense case of wanderlust. Photos of faraway places have me itching to plan a trip somewhere — Portugal, Cambodia, Seattle, Uruguay, Kenya, Vancouver! Somewhere new I can discover! I also got to see a few people that are very dear to me this week, leaving me with a deep appreciation for some of my closest friends. Somehow my general concern for the state of the world combined with my feelings this week are encompassed in this wise quote by Maya Angelou. Happy Friday, friends!
When I first began planning a trip to Barcelona, I was more focused on the Paris leg of that Europe trip than anything — I love that city dearly. But when I mentioned my trip planning, people would say, “Oh, Barcelona? That is my favorite city…” Their voices would be wistful and a touch envious with the pronouncement, and now that I have been, I know exactly how they feel. Barcelona is an amazing and vibrant city, full of modern art and culture, delicious food and wine, and a spirit that is infectious.
This is city’s most famous public market. Fruits, cheeses, meats, and sweets make up a colorful panoply, rows upon rows. Stop at the tiny Bar Pinotxo, and thank me later — many say they offer the best tapas in the city. Cava at 11 A.M.? Why yes! Seriously delicious baby squid with white beans were had at this tiny eatery, served by the kindest older gentleman proprietor who could not have been more enthusiastic to share his food with us. Make sure to grab some jamón and cheese to snack on as you wander.
Despite cute new boots, tons of February sunshine, and some thought-provoking Joan Didion essays on my mind (currently reading The White Album), I’m missing Paris today. Call it a mild case of the Monday blues, I suppose? There are always those places you feel drawn to — a childhood street or coffee shop with fond memories. Others tug at your sense of place inexplicably, greeting you with open arms and a sense of belonging even though you are a newcomer. In that way Paris is my “heart-home,” and for me there is nothing quite like the feeling of emerging from the Metro into the streets above. Je t’aime, Paris.