Thank goodness for Barcelona.
Today we went to Gaudi’s “La Pedrera”
Marcia, who cries at the drop of a hat (I once made her cry 5 times in a row by singing “Good Bye Old Girl” from “Damn Yankees”) burst into tears when she signed the guest book.
Before this we might as well have been vacationing in the Bronx.
All we did was eat, shop and lie like lumps on the boat.
We did go to the Picasso homestead but that was on the first day. After that our heads hurt from all that brain stuff.
Funny thing about my red shoes. Well not funny exactly, just more proof that I’m losing my marbles.
When it was time to pack to leave the boat I pulled out my big suitcase and opened it up only to see it empty except for one red shoe.
What made me look into my suitcase on that first day, see one red shoe and figure that I was unpacked.
Since we made so few friends on this trip, all our vacation photos are either of each of us alone or pretending to be chatting it up with one statue or another.
We couldn’t have been happier.