EMERGENCY . . . BARCELONA

ONE FRIDAY AFTERNOON I PREPARED A NICE LUNCH WHILE WAITING FOR MARY TO COME HOME FROM WORK. I COULD SMELL SOMETHING BURNING. IN THE APARTMENT DOWNSTAIRS THERE WAS A PAN THAT WAS LEFT ON THE STOVE THAT WAS COOKING UP. KNOW ONE WAS HOME SO ONE OF THE NEIGHBORS CALLED THE EMERGENCY SERVICES. IT WAS COOL TO WATCH THE CHAOS FROM OUR BALCONY.