The Beeeeeach!

It's quite clear that I'm a sun deprived American living in a, at best, fickle-weathered nation and at worst, a volatile weathered one.  This became most clear when we found Barceloneta, a neighborhood of Barcelona lined by a pedestrianized seaside walk that leads to several beaches.

The sun was out and there was a mild breeze from the North-Northwest.  It was warm, not hot.  But I immediately whipped off extra layers in what can only be defined in the style of Michigan-girl-sees-the-sun-after-a-long-winter.  Midwesterners, you know what I mean.

 

 

 

Mojito popsicles. Yes please.