Barcelona is just as I remember: filled with passion and culture.  Today, while walking back to our hotel from Gaudi’s Park Guell, we happened upon a massive group of swing dancers in a church square.  

Spain has always felt so alive to me.  I have always felt so alive in Spain.  It is strange being here five years after studying abroad, falling in love, being completely immersed in a culture not my own, and yet feeling so right in myself.  Last night, we went to see a classical guitarist – Pedro Gonzalez – perform in the Basilica de Santa Maria del Pi.  Seeing such talent in such an old, somber setting was wonderful.  It felt extra Spanish because the performance began at 9:30 … excuse me, 21:30.

Edward is driving from Madrid tomorrow to spend an evening with us.  I’m excited to see him; we’ve both grown so, and he is such a kind person to drive so far just to spend a little time together!  I remember the first time that we came to Barcelona.  I was terribly fortunate to have a Spaniard show me his country.  And what do you know, la Sagrada Familia is still under construction today…

Mom and I have been getting on great.  I’m so lucky.

My next blog post will likely be a paella recipe.  Look out.