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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.


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?

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