Far Away Places

Yesterday, I accidentally spent noon to 5 PM at Barnes and Noble. The venture started as an intended sabbath, I had no idea it would turn into a research fest. 


Cuppa in hand, I got a chapter into This book does not exist. Fascinating read, if you're willing to see what your faith is made of. When I remembered that my friend, Lacie, had recently received a box full of chickies.

So, I texted her:

Which, of course, led to a phone call where we discussed what we "knew" of Anastasia (I, now, know how to spell the lovely name). Before I knew it, I was sprawled out on the floor before the biography section engrossed by story of the last imperial dynasty of Russia eager to get to the puzzle pieces surrounding Anastasia Nikolaevna Romanova. 


Shockingly, I don't write to tell you my findings. You'll have to do your own research. It's more fun that way. (I may or may not have come home to watch the Unsolved Mysteries episode concerning said family.) I do, however, write to introduce you to this:

Now that's a library I could spend days in. It's called, El Ateneo. It's in Argentina. And, boy oh boy, do I fully intend on spending some time there before I kick the bucket.