Spain, Day 1: SJB y Kumar en Barcelona
BARCELONA, Spain -- I was welcomed to El Prat airport this morning by a whistling throng of protesters, protesting something I couldn't quite discern, as well as a reporter from Spanish Television who wanted to know why the wait through customs was so long. Unfortunately, I fulfilled only one of her two qualifications: I spoke Spanish, but I'd gone through customs in the relatively serene Amsterdam airport, avoiding the hullabaloo in Barcelona.
Now, as I jetlaggedly reaquaint myself with the city, I have a few observations:
Now, as I jetlaggedly reaquaint myself with the city, I have a few observations:
- Apparently the soccer star Ronaldo is losing his hair, because he's on billboards for a hair replacement treatment system.
- Dunkin' Donuts is called Dunkin' Coffee. As I will not eat there, I will not be able to confirm or deny the availability of donuts.
- The new Harold and Kumar movie has been translated as "Dos colgaos muy fumaos: fuga de Guantánamo," which I would translate back to English as something like: "Two Really Stoned Stoners: Escape from Guantanamo." I will not be seeing this movie.
- Food report (aka B-smack shout-out): lunch of grilled monkfish with clams and a glass of cava, plus a euro's worth of figs, all found at the Boquería, a marketplace off the Ramblas.
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posted by SJB at 9:13 AM
6 Comments:
Whoopee! A first day report! I'm amazed and impressed.
In America, you're allowed to go into a Dunkin Donuts and leave without ordering any food. Are the rules different for Dunkin Coffee? (A name, I might add, that doesn't make ANY sense.)
Just go in and tell us if they serve donuts. What's the dig deal? I know someone who always checks out the McDonald's whenever she travels, but never buys anything.
It's the principle. I'm not opposed to going into a Pans & Company, or a VIPS (both Spanish chains), but when in Spain I enjoy avoiding the hoards of tourists flocking to McDonald's and Dunkin' Coffee (and Starbucks for that matter).
But maybe for you, Josh, I'll see if they sell donuts.
"someone," eh Josh? Isn't that someone Mrs. Josh?
Isn't it easier -- for the dozens of readers of this blog who don't even know who I am -- to say "I know someone who"?
And, yes, it's Mrs. Josh. I highly recommend checking out McDonald'ses in foreign countries. Even Canada where, yes, they sell poutine.
I think I'd go to an American chain in a foreign country to get a soda. Not sure I ever have. Does that make me a bad person?
No, not in the slightest. I'm just persnickety that way.
"Dozens of readers," eh? Scratch the "s" and you've got it!
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