Prior to brunch, I walked through the farmer's market. I was tempted to buy a bunch of tulips for our hotel room, they were so pretty. Then I was tempted to buy a bunch of lettuce for our hotel room, they were so pretty. I did not buy anything there; though I did buy a new purse at a store whose name immediately made me think of Emily. She fought hard for us to take a boat from Barcelona to this disco paradise island we heard backpackers talking about. Budget prevailed where common sense did not, but she did spend the rest of the trip singing the "We're going to Ibiza, oh, oh, oh" song we heard on the local radio.