Day 7: Night Time in Born Barrio +

THINGS ABOUT THE WEEK

Last weekend we went to this hyper posh bar at the Vela, a sector of the W Hotels located at the end of the Barceloneta beach. It´s supposedly shaped like a "vela," a ship´s sail. Anyhow, after riding the elevator up to the 26th floor we had this crazy view of all of the beach front of Barcelona while we ran around and drank Watermelon sumpin-sumpin and dangerous mojitos on the tab of "Sheridona," our imaginary friend. The music was loud, upbeat and danceable, the people a bit out of our price range and the general atmosphere verging on belligerent.

Day 6: San Francisco Comes to Barcelona (2009.11.14)

It would be great if, but it is necessary to admit, the life of a blogger is not all Julie and Julia. That is to say, time for less regimental bloggers as myself, instead of being a cut and dry, cute little day after day line drawn across the screen as we witness it to be created for Amy Adams as Julia, tends to pool in an amorphous web of past situations and present reactions. Then, to take the convoluted twists and twirls between past and present, I then have the power to post whatever was once the present whenever I feel like it, which is what I am doing today. Thus I leave you with this caveat and a date within the title of this post to explain that the publishing date of this experience, while connected to the original situation, has stretched a long cord in the time frame of this cyber diary.

DAY 5: The Day the Blog Stood Still

This is just funny, I still havn´t taken apart my photos from recent and I want to watch a movie instead of writing about the life of my alter-ego.

Hope you enjoy black humor.

Love you guys!

MDO

Day 4: Surf, Turf and Home cookin´

EYES

Champagnaría:

If it´s not your favorite place in the world, you are either clinically insane or Mormon. This place, snuggling up right behind the Barceloneta, a quick jaunt from the beach, is something like a Hollywood premier taking place in the Willits Noyo. That is to say, La Champangaría is something of a marvel of its location in the North of Spain. HPD might describe it as ´a very Spanish bar,´ and what he means by that is that is very much something out of Andalucía.

Tapas are said to have originated in Andalucía, the southern part of Spain, where one can but a small beer for one euro and get a tapa, something like getting peanuts or popcorn at a U.S. bar, but the tapa is a huge bocadillo (a hamburger-like Spanish sandwich sometimes shaped like a burger), larger than a Whopper, with your drink, no charge. They´ve somehow perfected the idea of food amb[Catalán for with] drink in this country to a science.

Day 3: Second Day of the Rest of My Life

IMAGE

I share now with you briefly. What does it mean to have a daily blog? Well, if I don´t want to go blind, I suppose it means lightly touching down every day to say hello. So I say hello. And I would also like to share a photo of the Barceloneta which I left out of the last series. It was quite a beautiful sunset:

Notice the tram right and center

DAY 2: The First Day of the Rest of Our Lives

THE GALLERY

It´s a beautiful day in the neighborhood. The sweet sun shines quite bright. So let´s make this a quicky...

The weekend was just pleasant as hell. HDP and I hit up la playa [the beach] days in a row. The fall weather leaves a little steamy but never too hot. Nos bañamos en el mar [We got to swim in the sea]. Here you have HDP himself in the Barceloneta, BCN´s playa numero uno (at least in sea and number of tourists):

To the left you can see the Marsel, the new W Hotel which has finished construction since my last life in Barcelona. Behind HDP is the feiry tower and to the right we had all the funny beach bars.