November 26th, 2005

me: ooh!

Barcelona, Day 3

I woke up much too early. I was so desperate for something non-alcoholic that I grabbed an orange juice from the hotel mini-bar and drank it all down without stopping for breath. That and a shower provided me with enough fuel to leave the hotel. We limped into the morning sunshine and stopped at Café Zurich in the Plaça de Catalunya. It was freezing cold, but sitting outside seemed appealing as a means of avoiding the thick layer of cigarette smoke that seems to permeate every eating and drinking establishment in the city. In short succession, we met a cat named Nino and a Frenchman at a neighboring table. Nino claimed my lap for Catalunya in his cracked, unmelodious voice. Collapse )