Just another note about my Seattle trip before I move on. I've been feeling a need to be "grounded," or "rooted," since Brandon and I returned from our travels in late 2010. I knew at the time that given our transition, finding a place to call "home" wasn't going to happen for a while, but I've been feeling a strong call to settle somewhere. Just so I have a home base - I still would like to be mobile, though Ms. Dagger Mittens does add a challenge. Being back in Seattle really made it clear to me that home isn't as much about a place, but about the people.
I spent the last week catching up on work. Given 2.5 weeks in Seattle spent in peacemaking circles with the Center for Ethical Leadership, meetings with six senior centers, more meetings/social gatherings with my whole network of friends and colleagues, I did not get much work done. So my disciplined side kicked in, since I am not here to explore fo six weeks. Here's what I managed to eek in this week.
Tapas - so after having an early dinner (6pm), and work til about 10pm, I wanted to get a beer. Seriously, it was Friday night. So we went out for what I'm now calling "second dinner," since our tapas were really another meals. I can't remember the name of all of them, but there little fried fish (pescaditos), fried potatoes with garlic aioli (papas bravas), grilled peppers, chorizo in cider, and fried potato balls smothered in some kind of chipotle aioli (bombas).
Tibidabo is the highest point in Barcelona and quite the sight -- a church and amusement park, side by side!