When in Rome

Last Friday was a holiday here in Spain, the day of Sant Jordi. Sant Jordi, or St. George, was a romantic and chivalrous guy at heart who inspired Barcelona in seeing this day as the most giddy and amorous day of the year. He also happens to be the patron saint of Catalunya.

Locals celebrate by exchanging gifts between sweethearts -- men give their women roses, and women give their dudes a book.

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Daddy didn't fail us. We got our roses, suckas! The thing is the guy doesn't even have to think for this holiday.

Our gift to the family guy "Crónica del Pájaro que Da Cuerda al Mundo ("The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle: The Thieving Magpie") by Haruki Murakami and " La Tienda de Los Suicidas" by Jean Teulé.

Rose stands are everywhere in the city.
Books, books, and more books. Although we didn't make it downtown this year, an official event has famous authors signing their literature for the throngs of visitors.
P was in quite the festive mood.

Short post. Maybe next year we can go to the main event and can have much more interesting pictures to share. Lates!