Take all, keep all. My soul walks with me, form of forms.*

James Joyce? Alive in Barcelona?

Feel as if I had been eaten and spewed....Poached eyes on a ghost.*

Blue skies are back again after a few days of a systemic virus that has kept me bedridden. I will spare you all the nasty details (even though you know I love sharing nasty details), because this one was just too much to believe. Happily, our water, which was off for two days during the spewing part of my illness, came back on today. I have never appreciated the simple power of flushing as much as I do today. Oh, and Happy Valentine's Day!

Every fellow for his own, tooth and nail. Gulp. Grub. Gulp. Gobstuff.*

The blog has been lonely the past few days as I have been a bit ill. Lying in bed, clutching my sore throat, drinking gallons of water and OJ. I have been going to farmacia after farmacia miming, "my tonsils are disgustingly infected and hurt." But so far, have only found some sort of mouthwash containing castor oil. I am feeling better today though, so here are a few more photos.

One thing that I will discuss more when my mental faculties are up to speed, is the fact that the graffiti in Barcelona is not what it was three years ago. But here are a few cute pieces. Oh, and the first one, that is how my throat feels, like I am swallowing shards of a broken vinyl record. Yum!