Hey People,
Am back from my vacation, but before I begin posting the recipes for this month, here’s a little something from my trip. Enjoy!
And you thought only humans were cool…

‘What on earth is that?’ Screamed Virginia, as she gaped at the bespectacled hog heads behind the glass partition.
I have just returned from a holiday in Barcelona, the Catalonian capital city in Spain. Before my sojourn there, quite a few friends told me that it was a fun city. The fun, they said, was not just owning to the fact that the city has a beach right in the middle of it, but also that the Barcelonans themselves are a really ‘relax’ and ‘cool’ people.
I live in Vienna – a city renowned for its reserved and conservative air – and before buying the Barcelona plane ticket my 2010 summer destinations of choice were Paris and London. However, after listening to my friends rhapsodised about the ‘coolness’ of the Barcelona and the laid-back attitude of its people I thought, well, why not…I could do with a bit of cool and relax. Another plus was that a very dear Spanish friend had just moved back to the city after several years abroad. Therefore, finding someone to show me around the city – not to mention saving me a few hundred Euros by providing bed and board – was not going to be a problem. So, to Barcelona I went.
Though my friends were not wrong in their analysis of the city and its people, it was not the friendliness I encountered there, nor the ‘coolness’ of its people (although those were conclusively proven) that floods my heart with warmth and cause my cheeks to twitch in irrepressible giggles whenever I remember my seven-days stay there. Rather, it was the realization that the Barcelonan ‘coolness’ was not unique to its humans alone.
You see, on my fourth day there, we had just finished touring the city’s Opera House – Palau de la Musica Catalana – (another awesome experience) when Virginia, my Spanish friend, decided to take me around the ‘not so touristy’ part of Barcelona. This area, el Born, is the city’s equivalent of The Village in Manhattan, New York. A couple of turns into very narrowed side streets, I caught sight of something a little…well, kind of strange. Thinking it was a trick of sight, I asked Virginia to stop the car and reverse back a little.
I had not made a mistake…neither was it a trick of sight; for smack in the centre of a delicatessen shop were the well-smoked heads of two hogs complete with, ‘his’ and ‘hers,’ sunglasses. As if in protest that being cool should not be the predilection of the living alone; and that even in death life does, indeed, go on, rakishly placed in the mouth of one of them was a half-smoked cigarette, which was spewing out smoke every now and then like a touchy and ill-tempered volcano.
‘Well, I’ll say a couple of very dead but real funky pig heads,’ I stated the all too obvious in response to Virginia’s question, as our laughter erupted and filled the confines of her red sedan.
‘Poor, poor pigs…that’s so unfair’ my friend’s daughter, the third person in the car, interjected – ever one for the preservation of the dignity of animals.
The funny thing was that while Virginia, her daughter, and I were literally turning ourselves blue with laughter, the two old women in the shop did not seem to find the idea of three complete strangers pointing at the spiffy dead pig heads in their shop, and going bonkers with laughter, that funny: which made the whole spectacle doubly hilarious.
‘Oh Barcelona, you are cool all right. You are definitely cool,’ I hiccupped as I tried to bring my laughter under control.
Needless to say, it was the highlight of my entire summer and let’s just say… I will not be forgetting the Catalonia capital city in a hurry.



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