Brrrrrr!

For better or worse, Sundays in Barcelona are for foreigners. The streets sound like everything but Spanish or Catalan and the locals mostly stay home. Or, out of my path, anyway. Especially on a Sunday like today, which was freezing. My memory from when I lived here before was that January and February were freezing, so I was really glad to find the weather mostly glorious this time around. But I was also a little confused. Had I just invented all those freezing days in early 2006? Today I knew for sure that I wasn't making it up. How the hell does 50°F feel so damn cold? But it does.