(I love how things tie together. "Te" means "hand". I first learned that in "Karate" which means "empty hand", same word.)
Anyhow here's what it looks like in the light of day. That window counter is where we had dinner. Those hanging lamps are in keeping with the hand-roll theme.
And the interior.
We ordered miso soup, kappa maki (cucumber roll), two sake temaki (salmon hand roll) & a beer.
Susanne & the soup, in styrofoam of course. The miso was quite good.
The kappa maki was so nothing, it didn't merit a photo. But the salmon hand rolls...
A very nice surprise.
On to the milonga...this sign greeted us at the entrance.
We walked in a little after 10pm; 6 euros each, no food/drink but a cash bar in the lobby. The floor was almost empty and the music refreshingly familiar, yippee!! Claudia mentioned in class that morning she planned to come but didn't. She described the crowd as older...it was.
Here's the floor around 11.
It never did get very crowded. The floor was smooth granite.
Susanne was asked to dance (in French) by Rrrramon. (The closest I can come to writing a trilled R)
She enjoyed the tanda thoroughly, her face just shined. Rrrramon had this look of grim determination the entire time.
As the evening progressed, the music turned to more vocals & less familiarity. Never did hear any DiSarli...he must not be appreciated here. As we were leaving, she gave Rrrramon a hug & we shook hands. Got back to the apartment around 12:45am. Sure beats 2:30am!
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A sign of the times...Susanne prepares a what's-left-in-the-'fridge lunch. Clockwise from the tomatoes: Lightly fried goat cheese, I know what the pink stuff looks like but it's canned Spanish ham paté (to be spread on the local bread, quite good) & leftover fried potatoes.
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My blogging philosophy.
It started out years ago as an opportunity to share our travel experiences with friends and family. Those of you who've been with me a long time recall that it began as a journal, a series of long emails with a few pics thrown in. Then Hotmail made it increasingly difficult to do it that way while blogging platforms came along and made it much easier. So here we are.
Sharing is still a goal but it has moved to the number two priority on the list.
It turns out, Susanne & I refer back to this blog when home and really enjoy reliving our experiences. The blog condenses oodles of photos (which we still keep) down to the essentials and adds a commentary.
So if the above detail on our leftovers lunch seems way too mundane...for you it probably is. But we'll recall it months & years from now with great memories.
Think of all of this as your peeking in on our continuing travel memory documentation project.
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We love French & Spanish pizzas. The crust is thin and soft, best eaten with a fork although we saw some locals pick up the slice & fold it over.
The Spanish versions seem to be sparse in the ingredients department. This one has plenty of anchovies (yummm!), some black olives, but not alot of capers or basil.
Ran out to the pastry shop this morning to grab some goodies for breakfast. Susanne wanted a photo, here it is. I'm the family chocoholic.
We wandered past the Barcelona Maritime Museum & ventured in. There is alot of space devoted to a particular old ship. The ship was built in 1568 and had oars & sail. Sail for moving long distances, but oars for maneuverability in battle. About 200 feet long, 20 feet wide, it was long & slim. Had 290 rowers (mostly slaves) & 400 soldiers & sailors.
Here's a model of the ship & a view of its cannons. Red and yellow are the Spanish colors.
Now comes the cool part. In 1971 to commemorate the 400th anniversary of this ship's most glorious moment in battle against the Turks, a full size replica was built. This baby is huge:
You can only get an idea of the enormity of this thing if I place little Susanne next to it.
Wow!
Another model of note. Usually a ship is built, then later a scale model is done from the original plans.
In this case, the process was reversed. This scale model bristling with cannons was built in Havana around 1740.
Three ships were built in Havana between 1765 & 1767 based on this model. Fascinating, to me anyway.
We came upon a church. Judging by the activity outside, a wedding had taken place earlier. We went inside for a peek. The exterior is very unremarkable.
Ahhhh, but the interior!!! More gorgeous and ornate than anything we've seen. Inside that bright area in the center is a statue of the Virgin Mary.
This church is old, but it did not have that 13th/14th century Gothic vibe about it. No flying buttresses outside. Seems to have been built centuries later. Sure enough, construction began in 1765, just about the time Britain's American colonies were beginning to get itchy.
Another señorita or maybe señora . Miniskirts are quite the rage here along with short shorts and jeans thrashed along the entire front of the legs.
Went back to our burger place for dinner; had the same fabulous burger as before. Is it possible the best burger joint in America is a place called "Milk" in Barcelona? Here's their website.
Could someone please tell me...is this nonsense English or a deeply profound thought my little mind is incapable of contemplating? Or maybe song lyrics?
I am absolutely amazed that blogging fatigue has not set in in a big way. It's happened on previous trips.
We are heading back to Bozeman in late July & will reactivate the blog then.
Bye4now, it's been fun.
Steve
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