|How I felt before coming to Barcelona.|
Some things I've noticed:
-Women wear harem pants here, but there are no Ugg boots. I think these about cancel each other out as bad fashion decisions. Unfamiliar with harem pants? Harem pants. I had a pair in 1986.
-Rompers. On grown women. Perhaps becoming trendy again in the U.S. as well? I can't get past how much I dislike the name to actually assess the look. I'm sure, like everything, it looks good if you're thin enough.
-Ugly glasses. A lot of glasses like these, but on young beauties, male and female. Fashionable in the urban U.S., but I think more so here.
-Flesh colored nylons! With shorts! This is not a fabulous look, but as one with very pale legs, I half hope it catches fire.
-Random outrageously chic outfits.
|You don't see this while shopping for quinoa at the Mill Valley Whole Foods.|
Men have a fashion thing going on of their very own but it's one I can't begin to decode. It involves closely cropped hair, tight shirts, and a slightly puffed out torso, like they're just about to stop a soccer ball with their chests.
Finally, while it is true that Americans are fat, if my eyes don't deceive me, many Europeans are rather plump.
We're having lots of fun. My kids are so lucky. I didn't go to Europe until I was twenty and it's already so clear that international travel is helping them grow up more cosmopolitan and cultured:
|Tasty little fried fish.|