Many buttons! After debating for a second about whether or not to post current "designs" on the web, be it only as it may on my humble blog, I thought, "meh, they're buttons". Besides, how could I not take the bate?
Tuesday, February 7, 2012
Day Seven: Button
I was at work, getting slightly bored with the task on hand, when it suddenly dawned on me that I had not yet looked at what today's photo challenge theme would be. I quickly searched the interwebs for the list and a huge smirk drew across my face as I read number seven: "button". What did I happen to be working on at the time?
Monday, February 6, 2012
Day Six: Dinner
This is another one of David's and my favorite new dinners. It's kind of a vamped up pico de gallo with shrimp!
Ingredients:
Chopped onion, tomato and avocado
Cocktail shrimp
Chopped cilantro (or cilantro paste)
Lime juice and salt to taste
Instructions:
Toss it all together in a bowl (or as we like to do, in a dessert goblet) and serve with tortilla chips.
It's so easy, healthy and delicious, and I recommend you try it!
I'm totally pooped as we have been going non-stop since I got back into the city after work. Intensive grocery shopping, and then many household chores. We finally sat down for dinner at 11:30 PM! (With an episode of The Nanny!) It is so beyond time for bed! Good night! (Or good afternoon to you lucky western hemisphere dwellers!)
Sunday, February 5, 2012
Day Five: 10 AM
I can't believe I'm still going at this, guys! Yay me! I also can't believe I waited until 11 PM (11:11 actually!—wish made!) on Sunday night to write about Sunday morning! It's just depressing!
Anyway, this morning was idyllic. David still sleeping soundly, I got cozy on the couch for my weekend blog catch-up. I made my coffee and put it in my very special mug. My dear friend, Christine, made it for me in a NaNoWriMo get-together. It says, The world is a book and those who do not travel read only one page, a sentiment I truly comprehend. Recently I decided it was just too awesome to keep only as decoration and started putting it use.
It's been another long, relaxing, lazy kind of day. And I can actually say that I'm looking forward to getting out of the house tomorrow, just not the going to work and the getting up early part. Hopefully the week will breeze by and we'll be celebrating our first anniversary (one week from today!) in no time!
To those of you in the US, happy Superbowl! Enjoy the commercials for me!
Saturday, February 4, 2012
Day Four: A Stranger
Today's theme had me in a little bit of a panic. I thought, "How am I going to take a photo of a stranger?! Especially if I don't plan on leaving the house today?!". Well, as it turns out, I did end up leaving the house, but only for a quick (and startling cold) morning jog. I still hadn't glanced at today's theme, but even if I had, I probably would have been against the idea of running up to a stranger on the footpath to snap a quick photo. Plus it probably would have turned out annoying blurry.
Later it dawned on me—and this isn't a cop-out—all I needed to do was take a simple portrait. I've been dealing with a sort of identity crisis for the past several months. I think it's totally to be expected for any person rounding off his first year of marriage, especially if said person has also spent the past 18 months in an entirely new country.
The issues are there, but I'm working them out, and I'm optimistic. But still, there are days when I struggle with getting in touch with myself. I soak in long day dreams of my past in a effort to grasp the sense of identity I once prided myself on and now covet. I know, I know, I'm not going to find this by looking backward! It's a habit I need to break completely, and with the help of my supportive husband, I am taking some huge strides in this area.
So anyway, the photo of the day is a portrait of myself, a photo that's actually so reminiscent of so many old ones I have of myself that it actually makes me feel a bit nostalgic, and a little bit closer to my corporeal and spiritual center. And that, my friends, is therapy by Instagram.
Friday, February 3, 2012
Day Three: Hands
So I'm feeling much better today. I probably could have gone to work, but I think it was a legitimately better idea not to. It's freakishly cold here right now due to the Siberian cold front (It's been snowing in Rome and Istanbul! Eek!) and I'm still tired and with the slight hurting of the throat. So, I spent another day resting alone. And boy has it been nice.
David informed me at around 3 this afternoon that our friend Elena's surprise party was tonight, not Saturday as we had both thought. They were going to meet up at a place downtown where you pay for the site and drinks and have something resembling a potluck. David decided to make his healthy pizzas that we have been freaking out over lately. Basically it's just a ready-made crust, sliced vine-ripe tomatoes and onions, fresh mushrooms, a drizzle of olive oil, salt, pepper and basil. It's disturbingly good in its simplicity!
So, I helped him, snapped a few photos (these are his fingers) and then watched him as he carted them away in a box (*Sob*). Yes, I have decided to stay at home and rest. My idea was that if I do so, I have a pretty decent chance of being 95% back to normal tomorrow. If that were to happen, I could get back on the work-out wagon and perhaps even enjoy a productive weekend!
For now it is back to Buffy and/or Final Fantasy with plenty of hot tea and chocolate.
Thursday, February 2, 2012
Day Two: Words
Well it is day two, and although it took me most of the day to get around to it, here I am, sticking to my commitment! I can totally handle this, February is a short month! Leap year, shmeap year!
So, today I called in sick. Despite being under the weather, I was actually able to enjoy the bit of R&R and embraced my opportunity indulge in old habits.
So, today I called in sick. Despite being under the weather, I was actually able to enjoy the bit of R&R and embraced my opportunity indulge in old habits.
Not long ago, before I even had permission to work in Spain, I spent countless days reliving the glory days. Well, perhaps "glory days" is a bit too affectionate a term to describe the various comatose Buffy marathons my cousin Shelly and I have shared, but believe me, it was magical. Today I got to pop in a DVD or two (or three...) and veg out in the company of some familiar situations and some great old friends.
I realize this show can be pretty cheesy, but when viewed as it was designed to be (consecutively and pretty much nonstop) it's easy to recognize how truly original, thoughtful and remarkable the series is. Joss Whedon (creator, writer and director) will always have a place in my heart, not just because of Buffy and his numerous other works of art, but also for creating a platform that helped bring my cousin/bestie and I back together after a couple year hiatus and forged a bond that's resistance and strength rival that of the slayer herself.
Wednesday, February 1, 2012
FEBRUARY :: photo a day challenge
So, I've been meaning to start bloggin' again. And I've also been wanting to use Instagram more often. When I discovered this challenge on sécias's blog, petite insanities (<3), I immediately knew this would be a great way to kill two birds with one stone.
The idea is to take a photograph reflecting each day's theme and then post it to Twitter, Instagram, or any social network of your choice. I decided to kick it up a notch. In addition to posting the photo on Instagram, I'll repost it along with a brief description here on my blog! I think it will be a fun and easy way to get back into the habit of blogging and a great way to utilize my long commute time!
So, let's begin with today!
Today I was feeling kind of like the weather. Cold and mildly crappy. As the day progressed, I realized that my presence at work was rather pointless as the most I could do was stare at my screen and almost kind of stay awake. At lunch time, a couple of coworkers told me I wasn't looking so hot, and that maybe I should get a ride to the train station and go home to rest. I thought, well hey, why not!
So, I got a ride with a coworker, and took the one-point-five-hour-long train ride along the coast back to Barcelona. As we cruised by the numerous beaches, devoid of all life save a few devoted runners, I thought that this image was a good metaphor for what it is like to leave work early when you are sick. It's exactly kind of like a sandy beach with palm trees... in the cold, wet rain.
The idea is to take a photograph reflecting each day's theme and then post it to Twitter, Instagram, or any social network of your choice. I decided to kick it up a notch. In addition to posting the photo on Instagram, I'll repost it along with a brief description here on my blog! I think it will be a fun and easy way to get back into the habit of blogging and a great way to utilize my long commute time!
So, let's begin with today!
Today I was feeling kind of like the weather. Cold and mildly crappy. As the day progressed, I realized that my presence at work was rather pointless as the most I could do was stare at my screen and almost kind of stay awake. At lunch time, a couple of coworkers told me I wasn't looking so hot, and that maybe I should get a ride to the train station and go home to rest. I thought, well hey, why not!
So, I got a ride with a coworker, and took the one-point-five-hour-long train ride along the coast back to Barcelona. As we cruised by the numerous beaches, devoid of all life save a few devoted runners, I thought that this image was a good metaphor for what it is like to leave work early when you are sick. It's exactly kind of like a sandy beach with palm trees... in the cold, wet rain.
Sunday, October 30, 2011
Weekend in Paradise Part Two
After much delay:
Have you ever noticed how much easier it is to wake up at a decent hour when your day’s plans don’t involve work? The morning after our spa appointment and lakeside stroll, we woke up ready and willing to start our day. We got ready and packed, and then headed down to the hotel restaurant for a wonderful breakfast—complete with mimosas! In no time we were on the road again.
Perhaps I should have taken a second look at the route I had planned on the iPhone's GPS. Again, Michigan boy here, I naturally interpreted the large green blob of land that we would have to cross as a “woodsy area” or something. This is exactly why 3D smart phones are a good idea! A half hour later, as David cautiously navigated the tight corners of the barrier-less, cliff-side road , silence came over us as we both attempted to conceal our nerves (and in my case—outright terror). Knowing that my life was in his hands, and also knowing that any one of the numerous cyclists who kept appearing around the bend could send us over the edge, I bit my tongue, gripped my door handle and tried to admire the beauty of the expansive views.
Somehwere near the peak, we decided to pull over and check out a church. We'd been slowly climbing the mountain for about an hour, the past half hour of which was devoid of any sign of civilization. If I was impressed by the fact that someone had decided to build a church here at all, imagine how I looked at it when I found out it was built in the twelfth century!
The views were amazing, you could see all the way to the coastline. We took a few photos, and got back in the car, ecstatic to begin the trek down the other side of the mountain.
The most astonishing thing about this village was how pristine and well-kept everything was! Also, there wasn't a single building within the town limits that wasn't from the medieval era. This combined with the scale and cleanness of it all made it very surreal to explore. It was hard to remember that we weren't in a theme park, that this was actually the real deal!
There were so many interesting and unique things to look at! And all with in a five-block-or-so radius!
There were so many photo ops in such a small space!
I was ecstatic to see the moat! Living in America, the only castles I had seen were Curwood's and Sleeping Beauty's, so every time I see something from this time period as iconic as a moat, it makes quite a deep impact on me!
I loved the top of the structure above. It looks so ancient!
Next on the itinerary: Pals, which was also one of my coworker's suggestions. As soon as he started describing it to me, I was on board. Pals is another, larger medieval town—Gerona is just full of these gems! The real charm of this village comes from viewing it from afar! The whole thing is nestled on a tiny a little hill in the middle of a vast plain. I tried to get the perfect photo as we were approaching, but alas, I failed! I suppose this means I have a reason to go back!
After having just experienced Peratallada, the initial impression of Pals wasn't quite as strong. Imagine getting used to looking at this!
Really, it was just like that last town we saw on a larger scale.
Straight. Out of. FINAL. FANTASY!
This was somebody's yard! And that, my friends, is what dreams are made of!
We zig-zagged our way up the narrow streets and eventually made it to a lookout at the top of the hill, which provided an incredible view of these islands. We had originally seen them from the church I mentioned at the beginning of this post. It was here that we decided to chance our course. They were so close and so awesome looking! How could we not check them out!
At this point can you still believe we did all of this in one weekend?
As we descended back down the hill, I saw this father/daughter duo sitting on their balcony just observing people as they passed by. I know that's exactly what I would spend a lot of my time doing if I lived there!
Back in the car, we reset the GPS on the David's iPhone. Those crazy islands, which by now I had learned were called Medas Islands, had beckoned us, and we were on our way.
David became obsessed with the castle perched on top of this mountain! Our route took us right to the foot of the mountain where there happened to be a cute little town. We want to go back and explore this place someday!
By the time we got to L'estartit, we were parched and famished. This coastal town was the most touristy place we'd been to all weekend, but the street we decided to eat on lined the marina and provided a decent view of the sea and the islands. We ordered are favorite tapas and some tall beers.
While we dined, the sun finally emerged from the clouds, instantly raising the temperature at least 15 degrees, so after lunch we headed back to the car to change into our swim suits and flip flops. Then we went and bought tickets for a mini-cruise along the Costa Brava and Medas Islands.
For those of you unfamiliar with the Costa Brava, which means "Rugged Coast" or "Wild Coast", it's the seaside strip that stretches from Blanes (an hour north of Barcelona near where I work) to the French border.
It's named such because of the steep and rocky terrain that distinguishes it greatly from the Barcelona and Tarragona coastlines. It is hard to believe that so much awesome is packed into one little province. It made me feel truly lucky to live in Spain!
The boat hugged the coast, providing amazing views. But we decided that the next time we go, we're going to rent one of these smaller boats, meant for groups of about four people. It doesn't cost much more, and as you can see, the views must be even more intense!
On the way back towards the islands, we made our way to the bow of the boat. We were bouncing up and down so much, it felt like my stomach was doing somersaults! I think I was giggling more than the little boy standing next to me! SO MUCH FUN!
The boat did a little route around the islands. On the other side, the captain called group by group to go down to the lower level of the boat. Large windows allowed us to observe large schools of glittering fish navigate the reef below.
When the cruise was over, we decided to get in the car and head back to Barcelona. We had done so much, and had no trouble concluding our trip. We'd had some serious R&R and plenty of adventure! I've never taken so much advantage of a weekend before!
Have you ever noticed how much easier it is to wake up at a decent hour when your day’s plans don’t involve work? The morning after our spa appointment and lakeside stroll, we woke up ready and willing to start our day. We got ready and packed, and then headed down to the hotel restaurant for a wonderful breakfast—complete with mimosas! In no time we were on the road again.
Perhaps I should have taken a second look at the route I had planned on the iPhone's GPS. Again, Michigan boy here, I naturally interpreted the large green blob of land that we would have to cross as a “woodsy area” or something. This is exactly why 3D smart phones are a good idea! A half hour later, as David cautiously navigated the tight corners of the barrier-less, cliff-side road , silence came over us as we both attempted to conceal our nerves (and in my case—outright terror). Knowing that my life was in his hands, and also knowing that any one of the numerous cyclists who kept appearing around the bend could send us over the edge, I bit my tongue, gripped my door handle and tried to admire the beauty of the expansive views.
Somehwere near the peak, we decided to pull over and check out a church. We'd been slowly climbing the mountain for about an hour, the past half hour of which was devoid of any sign of civilization. If I was impressed by the fact that someone had decided to build a church here at all, imagine how I looked at it when I found out it was built in the twelfth century!
The views were amazing, you could see all the way to the coastline. We took a few photos, and got back in the car, ecstatic to begin the trek down the other side of the mountain.
Soon, we were nearing our first destination. The week prior, I was talking to a coworker about the trip we were planning to take. Since he was familiar with Gerona, he offered some advice. Based on his descriptions of each of the villages, we drew up our itinerary. First on the route was Peratallada. A medieval village that was tiny and compact.
The most astonishing thing about this village was how pristine and well-kept everything was! Also, there wasn't a single building within the town limits that wasn't from the medieval era. This combined with the scale and cleanness of it all made it very surreal to explore. It was hard to remember that we weren't in a theme park, that this was actually the real deal!
There were so many interesting and unique things to look at! And all with in a five-block-or-so radius!
Adding to the theme park feel were the numerous tourist-oriented business that formed the majority of Peratallada's commerce. Most of the shops sold artisan crafts, unique artwork and souvenirs. Glass blowing is popular in this region, so there were many shops dedicated to that. There were also several accommodations for the size of the town, and many bars and restaurants, all which had a lot of character.
There were so many photo ops in such a small space!
I was ecstatic to see the moat! Living in America, the only castles I had seen were Curwood's and Sleeping Beauty's, so every time I see something from this time period as iconic as a moat, it makes quite a deep impact on me!
I loved the top of the structure above. It looks so ancient!
Next on the itinerary: Pals, which was also one of my coworker's suggestions. As soon as he started describing it to me, I was on board. Pals is another, larger medieval town—Gerona is just full of these gems! The real charm of this village comes from viewing it from afar! The whole thing is nestled on a tiny a little hill in the middle of a vast plain. I tried to get the perfect photo as we were approaching, but alas, I failed! I suppose this means I have a reason to go back!
After having just experienced Peratallada, the initial impression of Pals wasn't quite as strong. Imagine getting used to looking at this!
Really, it was just like that last town we saw on a larger scale.
Straight. Out of. FINAL. FANTASY!
This was somebody's yard! And that, my friends, is what dreams are made of!
We zig-zagged our way up the narrow streets and eventually made it to a lookout at the top of the hill, which provided an incredible view of these islands. We had originally seen them from the church I mentioned at the beginning of this post. It was here that we decided to chance our course. They were so close and so awesome looking! How could we not check them out!
At this point can you still believe we did all of this in one weekend?
As we descended back down the hill, I saw this father/daughter duo sitting on their balcony just observing people as they passed by. I know that's exactly what I would spend a lot of my time doing if I lived there!
Back in the car, we reset the GPS on the David's iPhone. Those crazy islands, which by now I had learned were called Medas Islands, had beckoned us, and we were on our way.
David became obsessed with the castle perched on top of this mountain! Our route took us right to the foot of the mountain where there happened to be a cute little town. We want to go back and explore this place someday!
By the time we got to L'estartit, we were parched and famished. This coastal town was the most touristy place we'd been to all weekend, but the street we decided to eat on lined the marina and provided a decent view of the sea and the islands. We ordered are favorite tapas and some tall beers.
While we dined, the sun finally emerged from the clouds, instantly raising the temperature at least 15 degrees, so after lunch we headed back to the car to change into our swim suits and flip flops. Then we went and bought tickets for a mini-cruise along the Costa Brava and Medas Islands.
For those of you unfamiliar with the Costa Brava, which means "Rugged Coast" or "Wild Coast", it's the seaside strip that stretches from Blanes (an hour north of Barcelona near where I work) to the French border.
It's named such because of the steep and rocky terrain that distinguishes it greatly from the Barcelona and Tarragona coastlines. It is hard to believe that so much awesome is packed into one little province. It made me feel truly lucky to live in Spain!
The boat hugged the coast, providing amazing views. But we decided that the next time we go, we're going to rent one of these smaller boats, meant for groups of about four people. It doesn't cost much more, and as you can see, the views must be even more intense!
On the way back towards the islands, we made our way to the bow of the boat. We were bouncing up and down so much, it felt like my stomach was doing somersaults! I think I was giggling more than the little boy standing next to me! SO MUCH FUN!
The boat did a little route around the islands. On the other side, the captain called group by group to go down to the lower level of the boat. Large windows allowed us to observe large schools of glittering fish navigate the reef below.
When the cruise was over, we decided to get in the car and head back to Barcelona. We had done so much, and had no trouble concluding our trip. We'd had some serious R&R and plenty of adventure! I've never taken so much advantage of a weekend before!
Saturday, September 10, 2011
Weekend in Paradise Part One
Sometimes I look at fellow bloggers' posts documenting their recent mini excursions or road trips and I can't help but think to myself... I won. It's not their fault. Not everyone has some of the most amazing landscapes and impossibly charming villages so close to home.
This past weekend ended up being a big deal. For a long time, David and I had been contemplating cashing in the lovely gift that Sonia and Manuel had given us for our wedding. It was a Smart Box, one of those gift certificates that comes with a booklet of several options. As soon as we opened it, we knew we were going to go with a spa day. So, last week, we finally selected a date and facility, and decided to make it into an event. We booked a night in the same hotel as the spa. I consulted with a coworker to find out which little towns in the surrounding area would be the most worth checking out. The week slowly but surely came to an end, and Saturday morning—bright and early—we were north-bound, giddy to embark on a long-overdue adventure!
MENU. MUSIC. ARTISTS: GLEE. SONGS: ALL. GO! Despite the GPS sporadically tweaking David's nerves a bit, the drive was a blast! It was totally reminiscent of all the road trips we used to make together out of Columbus (Chicago, Michigan, Pittsburg, Cincinnati...). We arrived at the hotel and promptly took in what would be our home for the next twenty four hours.
After check-in, we went up to our room to leave our belongings and change into our swim suits and robes. Our spa appointment was at 11:30, so we headed right down.
I have never relaxed as much as I did that afternoon! The name of the hotel is the Vichy Catalan, which is also the name of a brand of sparkling mineral water (of which the factory is right next door). The Spa's theme was this special water, which is supposedly, due to the minerals, beneficial to the body in many ways. We began our session with an hour in the thermal circuit. This entailed a giant jacuzzi filled with Vichy Catalan, two amazing saunas, as well a strange path of smooth stones and water jets meant to massage your legs and feet.
After this luxurious hour, we had an inhalation session. For about a half hour, we sat in front of tube that expelled Vichy steam in our faces. It sounds ridiculous, but it was one of the most relaxing experiences of my life!
Next, we were taken up on an elevator for the main event. An hour-long double massage. My masseuse was a godsend. I'd never had a professional massage before, let alone a full body massage, and I struggled to contain my ecstatic moans. David, on the other hand, was struggling not to whimper. His masseuse was a stocky blonde woman who looked like her name could be Helga and who quite possibly hailed from Sweden. Not long after her "man hands" attacked him, he was already pleading for mercy! But, despite the pain, he enjoyed the massage almost as much as I did. Afterwards, they gave us a few minutes to lay there before we got up and got dressed. Neither of us could move. The aromatherapy, the candles, the music. It was all too much. I was pretty sure that elevator had taken us straight up to heaven. Luckily, the reality we then had to go back to was nothing to fret about.
We went up to our rooms and relaxed a little while watching a movie about Judy Garland. And then we decided to take a little road trip. David had seen a little blip on the map, representing a lake, so we decided to head up to Banyoles and check it out. We were not disappointed.
As soon as we arrived we found a little bar right on the edge of the lake. I saw a sign for cheap mojitos and new it was meant to be. They ended up being the best ones we had ever tasted! (Except maybe for Sonia and Manuel's.)
The route we ended up taking to get back ran right through the city center of Girona. Just to give you an understanding, We live in Barcelona, which is part of the Autonomous Community of Cataluña. Cataluña is broken up into four provinces: Barcelona (in the middle, on the coast), Tarragona (also on the coast, to the south), Girona (to the north, on the coast as well), and Lérida (to the west of Barcelona). Each province has a capital of the same name. All of the places we visited this past weekend were to the north, in the province of Girona. But now I am talking about the city.
David and I had come up to the city of Girona once before, for a flower festival. I fell in love with it. It's charm is so unique and the lifestyle here is palpable. It's not an enormous city like Barcelona, but it's just big enough. The vibrant medieval neighborhood gives it a truly romantic air while the quirky riverside denotes an authentic European metropolis.
Now that I'm looking at photos and reflecting on that festival, I'm realizing how badly I want to blog about it! But just to give you a sneak peak, here are a couple of photos from that day!
WOW, right! Just wait until you see the photos from the festival. This place is MAGIC. And, as it turns out, it's just as spectacular at night.
We decided to stop and eat here. We were wondering through this trendy, old neighborhood when it dawned on David that his old co-worker's parents owned a restaurant nearby. We asked a waitress who'd just stepped outside for a cigarette if she knew where Artusi, the restaurant in question, might be. Low and behold, it was just around the corner! The ambience in the restaurant was divine and the food was absolutely exquisite! It was an ideal date night, made even better by the fact that it wasn't even planned!
An hour later, after a drive far darker than we're used to these days, we arrived at the hotel. I wanted to party long into the night, but David had sleep on his mind. This was probably a good thing, since we had a long day ahead of us! A day, I'm afraid, I'll have to explain in Part Two. I can't believe how long it's taken me just to get here! I'm sure you'll need a break too, but check back soon to hear about the wonderful medieval villages and exotic rock islands we discovered in the conclusion of our fabulous weekend that we somehow managed to cram into a single weekend!
This past weekend ended up being a big deal. For a long time, David and I had been contemplating cashing in the lovely gift that Sonia and Manuel had given us for our wedding. It was a Smart Box, one of those gift certificates that comes with a booklet of several options. As soon as we opened it, we knew we were going to go with a spa day. So, last week, we finally selected a date and facility, and decided to make it into an event. We booked a night in the same hotel as the spa. I consulted with a coworker to find out which little towns in the surrounding area would be the most worth checking out. The week slowly but surely came to an end, and Saturday morning—bright and early—we were north-bound, giddy to embark on a long-overdue adventure!
MENU. MUSIC. ARTISTS: GLEE. SONGS: ALL. GO! Despite the GPS sporadically tweaking David's nerves a bit, the drive was a blast! It was totally reminiscent of all the road trips we used to make together out of Columbus (Chicago, Michigan, Pittsburg, Cincinnati...). We arrived at the hotel and promptly took in what would be our home for the next twenty four hours.
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| The Old Wing, where our room was. |
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| The Grand Staircase |
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| Cute little common area by our room. |
I have never relaxed as much as I did that afternoon! The name of the hotel is the Vichy Catalan, which is also the name of a brand of sparkling mineral water (of which the factory is right next door). The Spa's theme was this special water, which is supposedly, due to the minerals, beneficial to the body in many ways. We began our session with an hour in the thermal circuit. This entailed a giant jacuzzi filled with Vichy Catalan, two amazing saunas, as well a strange path of smooth stones and water jets meant to massage your legs and feet.
After this luxurious hour, we had an inhalation session. For about a half hour, we sat in front of tube that expelled Vichy steam in our faces. It sounds ridiculous, but it was one of the most relaxing experiences of my life!
Next, we were taken up on an elevator for the main event. An hour-long double massage. My masseuse was a godsend. I'd never had a professional massage before, let alone a full body massage, and I struggled to contain my ecstatic moans. David, on the other hand, was struggling not to whimper. His masseuse was a stocky blonde woman who looked like her name could be Helga and who quite possibly hailed from Sweden. Not long after her "man hands" attacked him, he was already pleading for mercy! But, despite the pain, he enjoyed the massage almost as much as I did. Afterwards, they gave us a few minutes to lay there before we got up and got dressed. Neither of us could move. The aromatherapy, the candles, the music. It was all too much. I was pretty sure that elevator had taken us straight up to heaven. Luckily, the reality we then had to go back to was nothing to fret about.
We went up to our rooms and relaxed a little while watching a movie about Judy Garland. And then we decided to take a little road trip. David had seen a little blip on the map, representing a lake, so we decided to head up to Banyoles and check it out. We were not disappointed.
As soon as we arrived we found a little bar right on the edge of the lake. I saw a sign for cheap mojitos and new it was meant to be. They ended up being the best ones we had ever tasted! (Except maybe for Sonia and Manuel's.)
After our drinks, we decided to take a walk along the lake. Being from Michigan, you wouldn't really expect lakes to impress me all that much. But being from Michigan, I'm not really accustomed to seeing lakes flanked my mountains. The combination is breathtaking and creates an atmosphere more serene that I could have ever imagined!
All along the lakeshore, there were these tiny abandoned houses where people used to dock their boats. When I saw this one, I immediately fell in love. I instantly wanted the deed to this little place. Can you imagine having this as your writing space? I just know I could gush out a whole novel in one sitting if these were my surroundings.
As we entered the town, it became clear that there was some sort of sporting event going on. As we neared a large park, we caught the final phase of a triathlon. It must have been a tense one, because before long we were dodging an ambulance on its way to treat a participant. Minutes later a helicopter swooped in and landed right next to the track to rush the patient off to the hospital! It was a truly surreal thing to witness!
After that little incident, the walk back to the car was quiet and relaxing. All and all, the excursion was a perfect follow-up to our day at the Spa. But soon we would need dinner. So we decided to make our way back towards the hotel. Right by the car, we found this sign and decided to honor our brief stay here with a photographic farewell.
The route we ended up taking to get back ran right through the city center of Girona. Just to give you an understanding, We live in Barcelona, which is part of the Autonomous Community of Cataluña. Cataluña is broken up into four provinces: Barcelona (in the middle, on the coast), Tarragona (also on the coast, to the south), Girona (to the north, on the coast as well), and Lérida (to the west of Barcelona). Each province has a capital of the same name. All of the places we visited this past weekend were to the north, in the province of Girona. But now I am talking about the city.
David and I had come up to the city of Girona once before, for a flower festival. I fell in love with it. It's charm is so unique and the lifestyle here is palpable. It's not an enormous city like Barcelona, but it's just big enough. The vibrant medieval neighborhood gives it a truly romantic air while the quirky riverside denotes an authentic European metropolis.
Now that I'm looking at photos and reflecting on that festival, I'm realizing how badly I want to blog about it! But just to give you a sneak peak, here are a couple of photos from that day!
We decided to stop and eat here. We were wondering through this trendy, old neighborhood when it dawned on David that his old co-worker's parents owned a restaurant nearby. We asked a waitress who'd just stepped outside for a cigarette if she knew where Artusi, the restaurant in question, might be. Low and behold, it was just around the corner! The ambience in the restaurant was divine and the food was absolutely exquisite! It was an ideal date night, made even better by the fact that it wasn't even planned!
An hour later, after a drive far darker than we're used to these days, we arrived at the hotel. I wanted to party long into the night, but David had sleep on his mind. This was probably a good thing, since we had a long day ahead of us! A day, I'm afraid, I'll have to explain in Part Two. I can't believe how long it's taken me just to get here! I'm sure you'll need a break too, but check back soon to hear about the wonderful medieval villages and exotic rock islands we discovered in the conclusion of our fabulous weekend that we somehow managed to cram into a single weekend!
Sunday, August 28, 2011
L'aquarium!
Now that I finally have a job, I enjoy the weekend so much more. We make such an effort to take advantage of them! Of course this has meant plenty of time at the beach, but the best part is that now that we both have incomes, we can start checking off the list of things in Barcelona that I've yet to experience! Yesterday's mission accomplished: The Barcelona Aquarium!
Whenever I go to an aquarium, the two things I'm most amped up for are the sea horses and the manta rays. Sea horses are just so damn cute and awkward! Manta rays on the other hand, well, let's just say that they and I have a connection. Whenever I come across one, it always swims right over to me, greeting me with a giant smile. Basically, we're tight. And now that I live on the coast, it makes me feel good to know that if I were ever to find myself stranded out in the sea, my buddies would most likely come to my rescue.
The truth is that Sydney's Aquarium spoiled me a bit, and I don't know if another will ever live up to it. But Barcelona's reminded me a lot of Sydney's! The Sydney Aquarium is nestled into Darling Harbor while Barcelona's resides in Port Vell (Old Harbor). Both feature enormous tunnels below the harbor that allow you to observe the marina life from an unbeatable perspective, as well as a wide array of species to observe!
If you visit Barcelona, and you like Aquariums, I'd definitely recommend checking it out!
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