I feel that Paris is not for me but for someone who likes New York.
Although it is a lovely place, I feel that I became attached to Barcelona and the way the weather was. Today is my birthday and it is cold and raining. I have been asked five times if my hair was done then given the most disgusted look. I started to act like Solange, don’t touch my hair!
I was told that any meal without wine was breakfast, so I haven’t had breakfast in a couple days. Mostly because wine is the same price as water, and why be charged twice. While I ate my meal I look for an opera to go to, the choices are slim but reasonably priced. Now if I can only figure out how to buy a ticket I will be set.