I spent two weeks traveling through Spain and Morocco and just the change of culture has got me thinking differently (that and jet lag). Barcelona by far was my favorite city- loved the architecture and funkiness of the place and hearing so many different languages from the thousands of tourists who tromp through the streets. I loved that people sit in outdoor cafes sipping beer and wine at all hours and that orange juice doesn’t come in a big plastic jug there, but rather is freshly squeezed. Most dogs walk without leashes, art is everywhere, and dinner isn’t served until well after ten. Biking, walking, and buses are the preferred mode of transportation. Now I just have to come up with a story that will set itself right smack in the middle of Barcelona so I can find reason to spend a few solid months “researching” more about the city. That’s one of the perks of being a writer!