Dali

Despite a difficult time driving out of Barcelona in our rental car this morning, the day went smoothly and we enjoyed our excursion. The Dali Museum is possibly the weirdest, certainly the most unique place I have ever visited. Besides the alligator singing opera, the bread loaves stuck all over the stone façade, the Cadillac where, of course, rain falls inside the car instead of outside when you put a Euro in the machine, or the furniture set against a black wall that from a distance appears to be the face of Mae West…I could go on and on. You have to go there sometime. I feel like I’ve been through the genius and disturbed psyche of Salvador Dali.

Following the museum, Sharon and I, wanting to make the most of our rental car, headed for the Costa Brava. We found the town of Tossa and ate dinner at a restaurant adjacent to a castle on a rock at the shore’s edge. We tried to order Catalonian food, including a “sampler plate from Girona”…turned out to be what is pictured here…hanging sausages. When it arrived at our table, we burst into laughter. Clearly, my Oaxaca Spanish has some limitations on the Costa Brava because this is not what we thought we had ordered, but we enjoyed the nice meal and the waiter appreciated our company, since we were his only patrons (the advantage to traveling low season).