Evening with Wayne Thiebaud

Re: Taco Truck

This is just TOO cute! What an awesome job this committee has done...I can't wait until tomorrow night!
Linda

On Nov 17, 2010, at 3:44 PM, Tina Home wrote:

> This was made out of cardboard from the US post office. Thanks to Sandra Machado and Lori Nelson. We are ready for tomorrow's Day of the Dead event!
> Celebrate and remember.

Last leg

Final departure from Las Vegas. Lauren was awarded a flamingo lamp for
being such a great guide in Zion. Las Flamingas love her!

Our bags arrived!!

United. Airlines came through and our bags arrived in St. George, Utah
at 1:00 (Central Standard Time) this morning. YIPEE!! We were
mystified how the dried "mint tea," Iberian ham and half wheel of
cheese cleared customs. Haven't opened the slippers suitcase yet...
Off to hike Zion in pink Flamingo feathers with a flock of women from
all over the USA. It's our patriotic duty.

Back to the States in One Piece!

Long Ago and far away

We woke up at 3:30 some morning long ago in a country far away, packed ourselves (and a charming, vagabond Backroads friend who was returning home to spend a month looking through his "stuff" and making soup)into a taxi towards the shiny, modern Barcellona airport. Zipped throught security, but delayed take-off put us into Brussels very late. Lauren ( having been throught four other security checks) was busted while the other inspector had to read ALL my 3oz. cosmetic bottle ingredients. BARELY made the flight (we were driven out to the plane waiting on the tarmack). After a 2 1/2 flight delay (I have no issue with fixing mechanical problems if we are going to be over an ocean) they gave us an assurance that our connections would be "protected." No mention of what would happen to our luggage. Somewhere in the world there is a backpack and two suitcases of Moroccan slippers, art books, Iberian ham, cheese from Montserrat Monastery, Sahara sand and our clothes for our Flamingo Fling (don't ask) weekend in Zion National Park. O'hare airport is a nightmare: 45 minute security lines, five frenetic terminals, surley staff and mistyped Boarding Passes. Lauren is convinced that United is becoming Untied.

Off to Vegas...in a center seat flanked by 300 lb gamblers

Heard Jerry Brown and Barbara Boxer, and Giants won! Our problems are a hill of beans compared to historic victories.

Welcome back to America! We may have to go to Walmart to celebrate.

Goodbye Gaudi!!

Goodbye Gaudi!
Done with Dali!
Bye Bye Barcelona!
See you soon!

Custom designs

There is a thrilling shop here in Barcellona called DESIGUAL that
makes "custom" clothes. The basic coats, pants, vests, dresses, etc.
for man and women are wild combinations of patterns and textures then
you can choose the buttons, trim or accents and they attach them right
there. It's like the best on anthropolgie and WICKED.
A totally fun experience!!!!

Dali-Doodling

Sometimes placemats make the best canvas. Inspired by Dali, we drew on our placemats at lunch. Here is a drawing of Tina by Lauren while waiting for Tapas :) Did you know that Dali would carry around a glass cup in his pocket everywhere he went so that he would see like the impressionists?

Virtual Cheering!

Craig, my brother in law and Lauren's uncle is doing the NYC Marathon,
half way around the world!! Corre Craig Corre! Wish him luck!

Unexpected Art Surprise?!?

The Art Surprise? Well, it's one piece of art from well known Spanish
artists and a collection of Egyptian mummies....hmmm?

Two minutes too late

Back in Barcelona and fully rested, we decided to take the train and
tram up to the monastery at Montserrat. Alas... we walked to the
station and missed the train by exactly two minutes, waited an hour in
the Parc Joan Miro then caught the next train out of town. The
monastery is perched on the serrated (serrat) mountains up so high one
can see the snow-capped Pyrennes and even Mallorca. Remembering that
Lauren just rode over them and into France last week we offered a
prayer of Thanksgiving to the Black Madonna and lit a candle for one
of the Backroads leaders.
The vertiginous tram down was two minutes late for the train back to
Barcellona, but hot chocolate was a delightful compensation for yet
another wait.
Back at The Market Hotel (a hidden treasure in the city) we met
Lauren's host,Gabrielle, for a Metro ride to an authentic tapas dinner
near the Cathedral. Of course, we missed the Metro by two minutes.
All in all, these six critical minutes actually ended up not in
disappointments but in new friendships, walks in parks and some
SERIOUS digital photo editing.
Blog readers will, however, have to indicate their interest in
reliving our adventures by commenting on our blog. We're happy to
share any of the 667 photos with anyone. ( Most of Morocco looks like
an Anthropology catalogue)

Tomorrow is our last full day in this glorious and friendly country -
the thought of leaving is truly spainful.