I had some tomato marmalade for brekkers. It didn’t quite hit the spot. Maybe, it’d be good on some hot biscuits or something.

Well, I went to Girona and Figueres this weekend. In Girona, I saw a church with the biggest nave in Europe. Holy smokes, do I like a good nave. I didn’t see the nave, though, because of the entry fee. We can imagine it though. BIG NAVE. Props to that particular nave builder. You gotta respect someone that has that kind of nave- building talent.

I have a bunch of crumbs in my keyboard from eating Spanish cookies and writing about naves.

Figueres has the Dali museum. He does some mean art. I’ve never enjoyed a museum more, that includes every museum I’ve visited... River of History, Bushplane, what have you.

Dali built his museum in Figueres. That’s foresight. Not only did he build it himself, but he also predicted that it would make bank. It does. It’s the third most visited museum in Spain, er something.

In the museum, he’s got this Cadillac, among other things, that rains on the inside and a big picture of his babe, Gala, that turns into Abe Lincoln if you look at it right. Dali was really in love with Gala. She’s all over the place in the museum. They aren’t buried together, though. Dali is in the museum (mummified and buried like a pharaoh (with money and fanciness around him)), and Gala is buried near her castle, I think.

My senora said that all the best Dali stuff is in New York. There’s a museum in St. Petersberg, Florida, too. So stop by if you’re in the neighborhood.

In other news, I spent three and a half euros to go to the Center of Contemporary Culture in Barcelona for extra credit in art history class. It explained the dope-nocity of Barcelona’s city design. Most of it was in Catalan. Pretty lame. The best part was the giant escalator that brought me to the exhibition.

I have mid-terms next week. Vamos a ver.