We began in Barcelona.

We had landed and taken the bus to Plaza Catalunya.

Traveling very lightly, I left behind many things I normally bring along.

Dressy clothes.

Laptop. (this is the third time I've written this on my I-phone and its getting shorter and shorter.)

Uncomfortable but pretty, shoes.

Other things are less tangible, but equally cumbersome; the desire to have a perfect day, be perfectly fed, find perfectly comfortable and efficiently seeing everything that is deemed the best or the perhaps, to use food lingo, the creamiest views.

On our journey towards imperfection, here's a few most memorable scenes.

Iberian ham sandwiches at the crowded and televised Catalonian Independence Day Demonstration.

A very naked and Independent Catalonian enjoying espresso while leaning out the window across from us at the Hostal Campi. (luckily only my jaw dropped, but still, no photo!)

Boqueria Mercato Tapas Bar Mirrors reflect on huevos and desayuno (breakfast).

Lone shopper leaving the market.

How did past pilgrims prepare for their long Camino to Santiago de Compostelle?

By first coming to Barcelona?

Anyone know?