But tonight I’ve been staring out my window and I’m realizing none of this looks familiar to me. What I thought was the Ramblas is in fact a highway into the city, and where I had remembered Parque Guell I’m now seeing a massive cruise ship.
When confronted with a landscape of chaos, the traveller must turn to the familiar.
And in the Hotel Marina mini-bar, all my favorites are visible. For the past few hours I’ve been eyeing the long, elegant Toberlone bar on the first shelf. It’s listed at 5.50 Euros—a mark-up of, oh, about 400%.
In this world of chaos and uncertainty, how much should comfort cost?
(And is the reason why we Americans have to pay so much more in dollars to purchase that Toblerone related to our contribution to the world’s chaos and uncertainty?)