Boxes of refreshment and the conveyor belt of happiness

Yesterday, we went to the beach for a couple hours. The weather was almost perfect. It was cooler than it has been for several days: still warm enough for water and sand, but not overwhelming. Also, I think the Barcelonans like it hotter, so the beach wasn't so crowded.

We drank quite a few boxes of Don Simon Sangria. That's right, boxes.I normally like to drink my wine-based beverages out of glass bottles, but the stuff was cheap. Even at inflated beachfront prices, each box was only two euro, and it was refrigerated! Now that's some good sippin'.

Afterwards, we went to an all-you-can-eat sushi restaurant. They have conveyor belts that carry little plates of food past you, and you grab what you want. Not the best food in the world, but decent and somewhat fun.

I kept pointing at stuff and yelling thing such as, "Rowan, grab that plate of little green balls of stuff!" or "Grab some more salmon-skin rolls. No, not salmon, salmon-skin! Skin!"

I think we need to find more ways to integrate conveyor belts into our daily routines.