You Know You’re In Europe When . . .

by Becky on January 11, 2013 · 3 comments

in Travel

Ten things that remind me I’m in Europe.

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One.  The Ferrari store, for kids, on Passeig de Gracia.  For what you pay in rent, you can find a groovy t-shirt for the little high-performance auto fan in your life.

Two.  A protest!  With horns!  Ten (or so) highly frustrated men are protesting the Caixa bank’s cataclysmic mismanagement of funds.  This occurs out in front of the bank.  All morning.  Yesterday.  With odd horns that sound like the loudest car alarms in the hemisphere.

Three. The exchange rate. You check it. Again. What the heck is wrong with the almighty dollar?!

Four. Your dryer, which is also your washing machine, has once again done you the favor of tumbling your clothing at the same temperature recently recorded on the surface of the sun. Your children’s t-shirts will now fit their cousins’ Polly Pocket dolls.

Five. Catalan. The most gorgeous language you’ve never heard of is spoken everywhere. (Move over, French.)

Six. Up ahead!–a Twelfth Century castle! And another–just there!

Seven. Panaderias, Pastisseries, Xocolateries! The breads, pastries, and chocolates do indeed demand your focused attention.

Eight. Endless labyrinths of narrow streets feeding into endless labyrinths . . .

Nine. The markets! Oh, gosh, where to start?!

Ten. The cafes. Everywhere! Europeans dine on the sidewalks, the streets, the meridians, the plazas.  Care for a bite?

Jeanna January 13, 2013 at 6:54 am

You have taken me back to some of my favorite things from living there. My mouth is watering at the mention of all the yummy things and itching to speak in Català (I don’t get much chance to use my language skills here in Southern California). Thanks for the trip down memory lane.

Becky January 14, 2013 at 1:13 am

Jeanna! You speak Catalan!? Wow. I love the language but cannot imagine speaking it! Like French, it isn’t always pronounced how it’s spelled, and the rules apparently aren’t as consistent as they are for Spanish. (But you knew that.) I confess I am jealous! Thanks for checking in! Besitos.

Dave January 15, 2013 at 7:19 pm

At the protests do they ever burn tires? They did that in Argentina a lot.

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