We went to Casa Batllo yesterday, which is this amazing light-filled urban apartment building designed by Gaudi. Also saw Museu Frederic Mares. But the lines were too long at the Picasso Museum, and Palau Guell was closed for remodeling (we found out after taking the subway and walk there).
A FABULOUS drag show at the hotel last night, where the pair of performers did comedy chit-chat (we could hardly understand a word, but it was still hysterically funny) between songs. They had pitch perfect voices (no lip sync here). What was fascinating to me was all the songs were sung in English: ABBA, Pointers Sisters, Temptations, Madonna, etc. They asked Dean and I where we were from, and when we said Seattle, they sang a line or two from "It´s Raining Men." (I guess that is what Seattle is still most known for: not Microsoft, or Starbucks, or Space Needle, but the rain.)
I got an email from Kathleen Flenniken saying I had a poem up on American Life in Poetry this week (Column 53). How delightful. I did not know this was coming. Perhaps someone back home will save me a copy from the Seattle Times?