When La Policia Nacional Comes Knocking
It’s Voting Day here in Catalonia. La Policia Nacional haven’t arrived to the polling station where I am right now, but this is what it looks like…
Houston, We Have a Referendum
Trying to explain Catalonia’s bid for independence right now is like explaining how to change brake rotors while sitting in a van that just crashed through…
The Sant Medir Jolly Rancher Manure Festival
When you’re a mopey, misanthropic, joy-consuming black hole like me, Barcelona can be a total drag. It seems like every time I finish revising my goodbye note, leaving…
This Week in Graffiti (#1)
After posting one blog entry so far in 2017 I’ve decided maybe I should focus more on quantity over quality. Of course, whether quality has…
It Takes a Village to Raise–and Possibly Drop–a Child
Catalans love their traditions. Calcot festivals, or “calcotadas,” are a popular activity this time of year. A calcot is a green onion the size of a leek. They’re about…
The Banc Expropiat Riot-o-Rama
I’d been worrying lately that I paint Barcelona in too negative a light. Someone bored enough to read my blog might believe that Barcelona is simply…
Drop the Camera and Put Your Hands Up!
As you would expect from a typical Western European nation, Spain features several left-wing, Socialist policies that would make your average American, MSNBC-addicted, Democrat squeal with glee. Dudes…