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  • All Airbnb Plus homes meet the same high standards of quality. But each one also has a style of its own. In this all-white neoclassical flat in Eixample, wearing black isn’t just a way to look chic. It also helps you avoid losing each other in all the pale opulence. If you feel like expanding your palette, the shopping mecca Passeig de Gràcia is a short walk away.
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  • Ink runs through Kasho’s veins. Born into a family of calligraphers, she’s practiced the art form for 50 years. Join her in her family’s machiya (traditional wooden townhouse) for a meditative, hands-on session that’ll yield several finished pieces to take home—and more proficiency than you might have expected.
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  • Live like 18th century nobility but with better wifi. If you ever get tired of striking baroque poses in your palazzo, Purità Beach is just a few blocks away.
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  • An oasis of calm in the heart of the city, Lan Su Chinese Garden is the perfect setting for some gently rigorous yoga with accomplished teachers Lucy and Jas. Afterward, they’ll lead you on a walking meditation around the garden and into the teahouse for a traditional tea ritual with a local expert.
As a Social Impact experience, 100% of what you pay goes to Lan Su Chinese Garden.
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Going Uphill

June 20, 2014
Hipster, Vintage
Juny Blanchet

He ate in the same open air; that is, his two only meals, breakfast and dinner: supper he never touched; nor reaped his beard; which darkly grew all gnarled, as unearthed roots of trees blown over, which still grow idly on at naked base, though perished in the upper verdure. But though his whole life was now become one watch on deck; and though the Parsee’s mystic watch was without intermission as his own; yet these two never seemed to speak—one man to the other unless at long intervals some passing unmomentous matter made it necessary. Though such a potent spell seemed secretly to join the twain; openly, and to the awe-struck crew, they seemed pole-like asunder. If by day they chanced to speak one word; by night, dumb men were both, so far as concerned the slightest verbal interchange. At times, for longest hours, without a single hail, they stood far parted in the starlight; Ahab in his scuttle, the Parsee by the mainmast; but still fixedly gazing upon each other; as if in the Parsee Ahab saw his forethrown.

“I will have the first sight of the whale myself,”—he said. “Aye! Ahab must have the doubloon! and with his own hands he rigged a nest of basketed bowlines; and sending a hand aloft, with a single sheaved block, to secure to the main-mast head, he received the two ends of the downward-reeved rope; and attaching one to his basket prepared a pin for the other end, in order to fasten it at the rail. This done, with that end yet in his hand and standing beside the pin, he looked round upon his crew, sweeping from one to the other; pausing his glance long upon Daggoo, Queequeg, Tashtego; but shunning Fedallah; and then settling his firm relying eye upon the chief mate, said,—”Take the rope, sir I give it into thy hands, Starbuck.” Then arranging his person in the basket, he gave the word for them to hoist him to his perch, Starbuck being the one who secured the rope at last; and afterwards stood near it. And thus, with one hand clinging round the royal mast, Ahab gazed abroad upon the sea for miles and miles and head.

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