As I pulled these creamy blocks out of my suitcase after my last trip to Spain, Ed was standing by as usual, salivating, and asking about how I had eluded the food-haters at U.S. Customs this time. Then I broke it to him: “It’s not cheese, it’s soap.” (more…)
Wait a minute, I remember that face from somewhere. Yes, he’s back, hanging on subway walls and lampposts in Barcelona, sometimes staring out alone, sometimes looming amongst other scoundrels like Berlusconi, Aznar, and Putin. W is now part of the Catalan socialists’ red-hot, retro-designed, European Parliament election campaign. The copy: “Poden treure’ ns de la crisi els que ens hi van ficar?” Do you really think the ones who got us into this mess are going to be the ones to get us out of it?