So, Spain was good. The days were warm and sunny, the sangria was delicious and refreshing, the work was productive, and the city itself is lovely and full of beautiful sights. I probably should have written about it either when I was there–or shortly after I came back, at any rate–but I found myself in something of a strange kind of time warp and couldn’t seem to get my thoughts together. I do have a few pictures that might be worth posting, but they’re on my computer at home and I’m in my apartment in Uppsala and can’t get to them at the moment.
I didn’t buy much when I was there, but I did come home with a lasting memento on my skin. On the last night were were in Valencia, I spotted a tattoo parlor around the corner from the restaurant where a group of us from Sweden were having dinner together and I was quite unable to resist the lure of fresh ink. After a bit of consultation around the dinner table with my friends, I decided to get a bat, which is both the heraldic symbol of Valencia and an animal that I particularly love. I’m quite pleased with it, but it’s in the ugly healing stage and I don’t have a good picture at the moment. I do have, however, a YouTube video I found of the artist who did it, which I think I think is also pretty cool: