Month: November 2014

Barcelona – Eight Hours

There are few things in life more perfect than watching a girl you just met haggle in rapid Spanish over the price of a six-pack of beer in a orange-lit alleyway somewhere in Barcelona. The girl is ostensibly leading us to the best club in Barca, but we’re so thoroughly charmed and dazed that she could be leading us right…

Madrid – Wet and Waiting

Waiting in line at the Prado, outside, in the rain. Our only true, major museum experience. We’re desperate for culture after two weeks of barely lucid alcoholism. Free culture, that is. We passed up an earlier palace tour because 11 euro seemed like a steep fee. “Steep,” or course, taking into account that we: Spent 100 euros just to drive…

Antibes – Perusing Picasso

The Picasso museum in Antibes is compact and unassuming, but you wouldn’t know that based on the line out the door. You also wouldn’t know it’s an art museum based on the occupants of the line. Ahead of us stand several couples pushing strollers, babies gurgling through their dense swaddling cloths. What do these parents expect the youngsters to glean…

Milan – Day One

You know that dream you have? No? Maybe it’s just me then. The dream where you climb from the depths of yet another long tunnel, stepping into blazing sunlight; it’s blinding, disorienting, even nauseating. A few moments later the acclimation process is complete. But to say complete is wrong, because you have no idea where you are. Things look vaguely…