The wind was cool on Friday, just 30-some degrees when I walked to work that morning. It’s fall in Minnesota. The air has a bite, scarves are in fashion and we’re all waiting for the inevitable snows of winter. When the patios close, we head inside to listen to music. That night I had fun playing with blur once again on my iPhone while listening to Pocket of Resistance, one of my favorite Lowertown bands.
Today’s Throwback Thursday #tbt is a protest at the Saint Paul Capital during the 2008 Republican National Convention. Protestors. Helicopters. Turtle suits. It was a photographer’s dream to live within walking distance of the chaos. However, I will be eternally grateful for the nice man who threw his coat over me when we got pepper sprayed a few days later in a parking lot just a block from home. Too close to the action. And it was thrilling!
In our digital age, I still have an odd love for good penmanship. It’s probably because I’ve been typing for so much of my life I can barely write a short note without getting a hand cramp.
When husband and I visited the Salvador Dali Theatre-Museum in Figueres, Spain, I was taken by how much Salvadore Dali’s autograph on his paintings evolved over the years, from 1920 to the modern era (check out the Dali signatures). I especially liked his 1973 version on yellow, which is artistic in itself. It would seem Dali was always creating, even down to the simple task of autographing his masterpieces.
Sometimes you look for a new job. Sometimes it is a hard decision to do so, but you know it’s the right one. While I will still reside in Minnesota going forward, my new company headquarters is in Miami. I don’t think the view from the office is half bad, especially during the upcoming winter months.
In Barcelona, most tourists pass through Plaza George Orwell on their way to Las Ramblas or to see the historic Barrio Gotic. Husband and I where doing the same when we stumbled into this tiny plaza – and stopped in our tracks. When your band consists of one vegan and one vegetarian traveling in a meat eating nation, you are quick to hone in on a vegetarian restaurant immediately, let alone an entire community. In Plaza Orwell we saw multiple vegetarian restaurants nearly side-by-side with “Vegan!” advertisements hanging from colorful doors. We had found culinary home in Spain.
Many salad and hummus plates into our visit, we decided to dive in feet first, and hit the vegan joint, Gopal, at one corner of the plaza. This is considered “fast” food in Spain with lots of burger options, fake bacon and sandwiches. If you are living on tomato pan and olives, Gopal is a nice break from veggie tapas that you can sink your teeth into.
A few doors down is Vegetalia, which became my favorite Plaza Orwell vegetarian restaurant. A believer in sustainable, organic food, Vegetalia offers saffron rice, Thai tofu, quinoa, tempeh, lentils, brown rice, millet and seitan. You can choose the tapas route or settle in with a well-proportioned entree. Vegetalia doesn’t care how much you order as long as you are satisfied.
There are other great bars in the square serving veggie friendly tapas, with square-seating so you can watch families play in this bohemian atmosphere, which is part of the experience. Instead of passing through – linger. Have food that fills you, heart and soul.