Hive Mind Travels

Mark and I came across a group of kids rapping and beatboxing in a circle in front of MACBA one night in Barcelona. It sounded awesome.

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Oddest fashion item from Barcelona: the dreadlock mullet. Mullets in general abound, sharp cropped and flat, shaggy and curly, but over and over we see it: long dreadlocks party in the back and a short, practical business crop in the front: the classic mullet, reggae style. My initial theory was that you earn enough cred from dreadlocks that you can afford to spend some dork dollars on a mullet, but there are enough mullets in other forms wandering the streets of Barcelona that I wonder.

And I worry. Is the mullet on its way back in?

I've held off getting my hair cut, front or back, just in case.

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Food in Barcelona has been a big step up from France, although we still rely heavily on bread and cheese as our staples (and, consequently, I may need to staple my stomach when I get home if things continue as they are).

One of our favorite styles is pintxos, a Basque version of tapas, in which you pluck little open-faced sandwiches, each with a toothpick through it, from plates on a counter, somewhat like the conveyor belt sushi at Blue C in Fremont. When you're done, you just hand them your plate, they count the toothpicks and you've got your bill.

I've also been enjoying the varieties of prosciutto available, sliced right from the pig's leg when you buy it. Wrapped around a fig or a date, and it's a sweet, fat, savory treat!

The chocolate shops of Europe are famous for good reason, and we've done our fair bit of indulging, including a snack on deep-fried churros dipped in hot chocolate at an old-school churroria that, we were told by Monica and Ivan, friends of the women staying in our house back in Seattle, has a line stretching down the block every Christmas morning.

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