Every night at 8 PM, whatever I’m doing is disrupted by the sound of applause from outside my window. People clapping, cheering, whistling, and sometimes even banging pots and pans…
Tag: Barcelona
While I’d like to continue my rudimentary observations about Spain, the fact is, I’ve only been to Madrid and Barcelona thus far. And Barcelona is not Spain. I mean, it’s…
One week ago I came to Barcelona, and I still for the life of me don’t know what a fucking Spanish person looks like. I’ll see somebody on the street…