Then, something happens that gets you percolating once again. Here is some unfinished business from our Barcelona visit in October 2015. Please stay tuned family and friends.....the school semester is almost over and my writing will turn from the academic (that which you do not want to read), to some thoughts on what's been going on around here over the past few months. Until then.
Winter. Blah. I'm sick of it already and we are only just beginning January.
Netflix binges have been part of this Holiday Break and why not!?! The 11 year old discovered an oldie, but goodie.....The Brady Bunch. We've spent time together laughing at iconic sayings and characters. Peter and his "pork chops and applesauce" Jan and her "Marsha, Marsha, Marsha!" and of course, Beebe Gallini, who has always cracked me up.......dahling.
True confession time, my Grandma named her pet parakeet Beebe Gallini. And she taught that bird to talk. I can't help but laugh when I think of, and still hear, her squeaking, "Say goodnight to the Poppy!" (meaning my Grandpa) And I'll be damned, that bird would say it right back......
To use a very Brady simile, Barcelona is like Beebe Gallini. We visited in October and I still smile whenever I think about it. It's a flamboyant, colorful, talk real loud with your mouth full and your hands flapping, kind of city. Bustling, boisterous, bonita.
Of course, if you ask the 11 year old boy, all he will remember is the Barcelona Football experience. We caught the sights and a Luis Suarez hat trick at Camp Nou. Apparently, it doesn't get better than that. Well.....maybe if Messi hadn't been injured and was able to play. Or if we there for a Barca-Real Madrid match.
But, really, who is complaining, dahling!
