After this rest stop, it's over 70 miles to the next one. And after having a few cups of coffee at home this morning, and then picking up a large Dunkin' Donuts "road coffee" two hours ago, it was imperative that I stopped now--if you get my drift.
Speaking of Dunkin' Donuts coffee, I was so amused to see that they even have it in Barcelona.
You'll be proud of me, though. I didn't get a coffee at this "Dunkin' Coffee." I tried to stick to local-style cafe au lait instead. But I was still tickled to see this sign, which was a sweet reminder of my New England home.
The other thing I've found in every European city I've visited is an Irish pub. As we walked around Barcelona, I counted 3 or 4 of them. But more about that tomorrow. I must get back on the road now--I've got 2 and 1/2 hours left in the car, and I want to arrive at my folks' while it's still light out.