About a week ago, at a park in Barcelona, a few crew members and I experienced a seemingly outdated, yet way under-rated activity: a picnic. On a grassy knoll, amidst the cool ocean breezes from the coast of Spain, we spent a late afternoon drinking good wine, eating rustic food (bread, cheese and tomatoes), and making music with our guitars, harmonicas, and voices: the finer things in life. The best part about a picnic is that there are no rules. But personally, I think that they work best when done outside, with at least one good friend, maybe some good food and wine, some good laughs, and no worries. No picnic basket required.
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