Around Christmas time I was talking to my buddy Austin about what we could do to pass the time. We had gone to Barcelona for a few weeks in August and were feeling a bit bored at home. I made a joke like "We can go to BCN again" and he jumped all over it. Within minutes we were looking at flight and we had a pretty good idea of when we'd be leaving. A few of our friends that couldn't come the last time, were able to come for this trip. One of those is my buddy Craig. It seemed like none of us had much room in the budget to comfortably go on a long distance trip but we did anyway. We felt the lightness of the wallet particularly when we ate. We were there to ride BMX, so eating well wasn't really a priority. The apartment we split was above a grocery store so we resorted to eggs, bread, cold cuts, and cheeses. In this grocery store is where Craig taught me how to say turkey: pavo. Craig knew a little bit of Spanish vocabulary, probably from his work and taking lunch orders for everyone at the job site. We were standing in the isle near the cold cuts and I read it out loud "pavo". Craig says "that's turkey" and now every time I think of pavo, I think of an isle of a grocery store in Spain on a rainy day. Sometimes you don't need a Spanish speaker to teach you something. A distinct memory of that trip that still makes me laugh is hearing Craig say "yo lets go downstairs and get some baguettes".
Around Christmas time I was talking to my buddy Austin about what we could do to pass the time. We had gone to Barcelona for a few weeks in August and were feeling a bit bored at home. I made a joke like "We can go to BCN again" and he jumped all over it. Within minutes we were looking at flight and we had a pretty good idea of when we'd be leaving. A few of our friends that couldn't come the last time, were able to come for this trip. One of those is my buddy Craig. It seemed like none of us had much room in the budget to comfortably go on a long distance trip but we did anyway. We felt the lightness of the wallet particularly when we ate. We were there to ride BMX, so eating well wasn't really a priority. The apartment we split was above a grocery store so we resorted to eggs, bread, cold cuts, and cheeses. In this grocery store is where Craig taught me how to say turkey: pavo. Craig knew a little bit of Spanish vocabulary, probably from his work and taking lunch orders for everyone at the job site. We were standing in the isle near the cold cuts and I read it out loud "pavo". Craig says "that's turkey" and now every time I think of pavo, I think of an isle of a grocery store in Spain on a rainy day. Sometimes you don't need a Spanish speaker to teach you something. A distinct memory of that trip that still makes me laugh is hearing Craig say "yo lets go downstairs and get some baguettes".