woke up to the pigeons cooin and thought, owl? dreamt of ski lodge getaway with unexpected guests and a forest guide reminding me to have a good time. morning walk to school under overcast skies feelin fine. a nice slow stride and long deep breaths in through the nostrils and outta the ol’ pie hole. i’ll have one normal coffee and a half moon, please, i says to the barman, who gestures to the pastry case and asks, which one? throw back the coffee in a gulp and teach.
sipped some vermouth with lunch today and thought fondly of our trip to barcelona last week. still swoonin over that city. walked from el poblenou to el poble-sec, weaving through neighborhoods as flâneurs. made a pit-stop in el gótico for a rooftop beer with friends from Argentina, Jeremy & Sam. wandered down to the harbor then up into el raval for a drink. stumbled upon an old man bar with homemade vermut and let me tell you what — it was delicious. made our way back across town to the apartment of Abi & Gus. spent our time in such hospitable company. made new friends. ate good food. even made time for a low country boil before a crosstown jaunt for flamenco.