Election day in Spain, energy is going to get interesting tonight and tomorrow. Some police in Barcelona are armed with semi-automatic weapons and surrounding the Olivia Plaza Hotel a Catalunya. Officers are stationed on random corners of the city waiting for the cava and heated discussions to kick in.
At 1pm. The neighbor upstairs just got up too and is listening to what sounds like a Spanish version of Roy Orbison. Que Bueno!
This guy is named King Sandro. If you call him, he will tell you your future.
It is true, you can never have too much money in London, but the most enjoyable time I usually have is just walking the garden-lined streets. So much history in every nook and cranny. You could walk for miles and never get bored. Packing and leaving in the AM. It’s been a bittersweet visit, but the city itself seems more gorgeous than I remember it to ever be.