I’m on a Scrabble losing streak. 5 games and only one was close. It feels like the tiles themselves are out to get me. They’re trying to make me loose, and doing so spectacularly. Even in the close game the tiles were like, “Nah, she’s got this.” And I lost by a point. The others were closer to 100 points, removing all doubt that this goes beyond me just getting beat. I’m getting punked. Obviously, this is a massive ego crush. I consider myself an intelligent person. My tiles consider me a fool. This needs to be resolved soon. The losing streak must come to an end!
Some Thoughts:
- Tomorrow we tackle Girona.
- Today we tackled Sagrada Familia and tooled around the city of Barcelona for hours. Lots of beauty in the city. Lots of roaches in the gothic quarter. We went to a seemingly pristine Mango clothing store and there were gigantic roaches on the ground. They were dead by poison or stomping, but they were there for the public behold. The classic rule is that if you see a roach then there are many more you don’t see. What is the rule if you see more than one?
- Tried wine for the first time since touching down. It was bad.
- Tried a local vegetarian spot with veggie Paella (sp?). It was very good.
- Coffeenerdness: Used a Bialetti for the first time since Italy 2024. Quite wonderful. Strong. But wonderful. We used a level 10 espresso blend and added in frothed oat milk and sugar. Solid combo.
- The coffee proved that my body is recovering from the plane nonsense. Never eat plane food. That stuff will ruin your insides. Add that overprocessed swill to the pressure of the plane itself and your insides are cooked.
- Tired. It’s 8:45 on a Thursday before a rather long day in Girona. I am afraid to sleep, because I will probably wake up before 1 AM and stare at the wall for hours. Maybe I’ll stare at the lights across the street again. That was a fun night. I haven’t slept right since we landed…