Jueves.
Ooh, baby. The chemistry is undeniable - some old flames never die. What's keeping me going this morning and wouldn't be surprised if it kept me running through the end of Thursday's daily grind - is the anticipation of Woody Allen's new flick, Vicky Cristina Barcelona. What's the attraction, you say? Woody Allen's neurotic character-driven dialogue? No. Javier Bardem? No. ScarJo or Penelope Cruz fan? Not quite. La ciudad de Barcelona, hombre.
And, if the film highlights those highly trafficked areas of barça as the reviews have been claiming, I'll be riding a wave of nostalgia. Time can pass by, but that one neighborhood, that one street, will stay forever imprinted on my brain. The old dormant feelings start coming back.
If you have not lived abroad and completely fallen in love with a city, well, you wouldn't understand.
No hay palabras.
COTW
Sharp ties and button-down shirts under sweater vests. I must be on the preppie phase of the cycle.
Kettle corn from Popcornopolis at Citywalk. Crispy, sweet, and salty. Perfect. The pizza place was gross, but the soft pretzel was absolutely golden. Hits, 2, misses, 1.
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