Ocata

So on Saturday a few of the girls and I visited Ocata, another beach town outside of Barcelona. We can't seem to be able to wrap our mind around the idea that we can go to the beach at the end of SEPTEMBER/beginning of October because it's still warm enough outside. Actually, it was hot, not just warm. You know you live in Illinois when...

The air was so fresh there, without all the smoke of Barcelona. Generally, I will like a place if it doesn't have the BCN smoke. Also, this beach was so much better than Barceloneta where there are janky people bothering you every 4 seconds to buy a massage for 10 euros, or something ridiculous like that. Another classic Barceloneta phrase is "¿quieres coco, quieres coco?" ad infinitum at the speed of lightning. ANNOYING. This did not happen at Ocata.

There was also this really cute little Spanish boy there with his parents. He was watching his dad swim in the Mediterranean, and I watched him. No, that's not creepy; he's just a cutie! Plus, the sailboat adds a nice touch, no?

And, and, AND... there were REAL seashells. Not just the trash that you pick up because you think it's a seashell and then you discover that it's really only a crushed McDonald's fry bag that has been weathered by the salt water.

I spent a good hour collecting cool seashells. I plan to buy a bowl or something so I can display them on my desk. I enjoy creating a homey work atmosphere.