Strange Rumblings in Barcelona

Barcelona has a real parrot problem. They are everywhere, squawking and divebombing sandwiches. Neon green with red feathers sprouting out of their asses. They have become a real pest in the city, like pigeons anywhere else. The problem with a parrot infestation, is that they are incredibly cunning little bastards. Poison, traps, neutering have all been tried and have failed miserably. Parrots are completely out of control in the city, and there is nothing anyone can do about it. 

Parrots are most active during the day. So, most of the city hides out indoors until nightfall. Wearing earmuffs is common practice in most households to drown out the squawking until sundown. Then, us humans peek out into the streets. Checking the trees to see all the plump little neon terrors snoozing in the branches. Tip toeing to the store for deviled eggs and a triple shot of espresso. Having our turn with the city.

I like to get a baguette and go to the park most nights. Making a sandwich with Manchego and apricot jam. Prosciutto is also involved. As thin as I can get it. As fatty as I can get it. And most importantly, as much as I can get it.