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When I was in Barcelona in March working on the never-ending project. I stayed in a v. cool gay hotel ... the only gay hotel in Europe. With pictures of naked boys, that lit up when you flipped the switch. Being a girl, I didn't quite blend in so well but I loved it just the same.
Back to the story at hand. Around the corner from the hotel was this ... really groovy little coffee and bakery place. I ate there in the mornings ... but I also walked by it at all hours of the day. The woman (& owner) was always there. And I thought about how I don't know if I would like to always have to be tied to a business and always have to be there.
But now I'm thinking about that place. And having a groovy little cafe on a leafy street in Barcelona seems kinda cool.
Back to the story at hand. Around the corner from the hotel was this ... really groovy little coffee and bakery place. I ate there in the mornings ... but I also walked by it at all hours of the day. The woman (& owner) was always there. And I thought about how I don't know if I would like to always have to be tied to a business and always have to be there.
But now I'm thinking about that place. And having a groovy little cafe on a leafy street in Barcelona seems kinda cool.