What I Want: Sun and Tan Legs
Yesterday was one of those days when the rain clouds are so thick and heavy and close that I found myself fighting the urge to reach up and pop one with a silver sewing needle. Back in Barcelona, their break was more like the crack of an egg (appropriate for Easter Sunday?), firing ice pellets in aggressively straight projections for about seven minutes. Finally all was emptied, and the skies went back to being a Crayola shade of blue.
