Coffee, some fruit and a delicious potato from a deli along the way – roasted to perfection in olive oil till crisp on the base and sprinkled with pepper . . . so simple . . . so tasty.  Sagrada…

Flavia buzzed us in. The ancient caged elevator with wooden doors steadfastly refused to budge,  no matter how many times the button was pushed or the doors adjusted, so we hitched up the bags and trudged upwards . . .…

Two months parking at the airport was beyond exorbitant and as it appeared BC Transit had a bus running on Sunday we elected for that route.  WRONG.  Only Monday through Saturday.  Kevin to the rescue . . . he kindly…