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Where Ya Going?

Bobby: Where ya going?  April: Barcelona.  Bobby: Oh.  April: Don’t get up.  Bobby: Do you have to?  April: Yes, I have to.  Bobby: Oh.  April: Don’t get up. April: Now you’re angry.  Bobby: No, I’m not.  April: Yes, you are.  Bobby: No, I’m not.  Put

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Where Ya Going?

Bobby: Where ya going? 
April: Barcelona. 
Bobby: Oh. 
April: Don’t get up. 
Bobby: Do you have to? 
April: Yes, I have to. 
Bobby: Oh. 
April: Don’t get up.

April: Now you’re angry. 
Bobby: No, I’m not. 
April: Yes, you are. 
Bobby: No, I’m not. 
Put your things down. 
April: See, you’re angry. 
Bobby: No, I’m not. 
April: Yes, you are. 
Bobby: No, I’m not. 
Put your wings down and stay. 
April: I’m leaving. 
Bobby: Why? 
April: To go to- 
Bobby: Stay. 
April: I have to- 
Both: -Fly 
Bobby: -I know- 
Both: -To Barcelona.

Stephen Sondheim – Company

After a day of uninteresting driving from Andorra, we are back in the city of wonder: Barcelona. Unlike Bobby’s conflicted flight attendant bed partner, April, we are totally happy to be here.

And we’re back at the Yurban Passage hotel, which we like very much. Last year, we arrived by limo from the airport, this year by Pierre Peugeot. It was “interesting”, but ultimately successful.

Here’s the thing: I said pretty much everything I had to say last year. Maybe I’ll post a few photos tomorrow, maybe not. If you really want to be reminded of the local wonders, and you should, start with this post and work forward from there.

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