Monday, September 30, 2013

having a drink in Barcelona

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I feel, what, dazed? Shell-shocked? Turned inside out? Today was a rough day in class. I knew the learning curve was going to be steep, I knew that not really having an aptitude for mathematics was going to catch up to me ... just didn't expect it to happen on the 4th day of school. They don't mess around here - this isn't undergrad anymore, clearly. A younger, more idiotic me would have just said to hell with it, let's get a drink. But we can't do that now, can we, despite how great this city is for that ...
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... whether it's a quick glass of a local Catalonian white with seared Iberian ham and pork ...
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... or a glass of a wonderfully simple, fresh, and vibrant rosé from Penedès ...
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... this town is full of the pleasures of the vine. And of course, those generous (is that the right way to put it?) pours of gin ...
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... to Chinese restaurants that serve animal feed, although TsingTao is always reliable ...
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... to the sublime experiences in dark and quiet bars, where all parts of the drink share the stage and come together in a perfect harmony. A city that celebrates and exalts the pleasures of the glass and the table.

DF

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