I’ve been in a funk these past couple weeks. Worrying about a job and money and other miscellanea has made me miss a simpler time when I was traversing Spain

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I’m fresh back from a trip to the Twin Cities, where I drank a lot of beer and rode uphill a bunch on a heavy bike. It occurred to me

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Four weeks ago, nearly to the day, I arrived in Barcelona rolling my weight in luggage behind me, wide-eyed and the most terrified I’ve ever been in my life. I

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…speaks for itself.

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Barcelona is crazy about a few things: FCBarcelona, mixing red wine with pop (vino+lemon Faygo/tonic/limonada=tinto de verano, vino+Coke=kalimotxo), and wearing lots of viscose jersey. They’re also crazy about xocolata; at

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In Which Barcelona has Lots of Churches

I promised la Catedral, and here’s where I deliver. But first, here’s a few more pictures of the apartment I’m staying in:

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Bicicletas Para Todos!

Barcelona is a walking city. I’m shocked to learn how close everything is to one another, especially near the sea; the three trendiest parts of town, Barri Gotic, La Ribera

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On Arriving

Firstly, I’d like to thank Delta for turning my 8-hour flight into a Gosling Fest by offering Ides of March, Drive and The Notebook as selections for in-flight movies. I

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