As our trip is winding down and we've done just about everything we wanted to do, there is one thing left I'm 
craving: a massage. Let me revise that. I am craving a massage from one Miss Carrie Lewis, massage therapist (and songstress) extraordinaire. While in Barcelona, I had the good fortune to receive a mini-rub from Carrie, who works out of the lovely expat-owned yoga studio Anahata (Aribau 61, in the Gracia district). It was a hand/foot/head massage indulgent enough to make me wish I could return for the full shebang. But alas, our next (and last) stop is Madrid. Perhaps we'll make our last day a 
spa day. But if you ever find yourself in Barcelona with shoulders sore from carrying all those bags (because you, of course, will have made the same too-much-luggage mistake I always
do), look Carrie up. And when you're done, head over to her favorite neighborhood restaurant on Carrer d'Enric Granados. I can't remember the name (and I didn't actually have time to eat there), but just look for the place in the pictures.
How did i miss this until now? god you women are doing it right! making me happy to think of that silly silly country that i love so much.
Spain isn't really silly i guess but my wonderful moments of silliness were due to the language confusion and cultural differentness i had to get used to. yes clubs not before 1am, hammy food, lisps all seem so far, but you are making them closer. I love you and i love heather for being such a perfect companion on this trip!
Posted by: la mazer | October 04, 2006 at 04:06 PM