There is no one complaining about yet another museum. No one who needs to go to a restaurant where there is plain pasta with butter. No reason whatsoever to go to the children’s museum. My husband and I are in Barcelona without the kids.
After a mercifully quick flight On Delta which featured a broken A/C on the ground (which – mercifully again- worked once we got airborne), 100% inedible food (come on, Delta Airlines, for $1400 (RT) a ticket, you can do better than moldy chicken for dinner and rubber eggs on a untoasted English Muffin for breakfast.), we arrived in Barcelona yesterday morning.
It is beautiful. (more…)
