My marriage ended the year that "Vicky Cristina Barcelona" was released and I was convinced that both Spain and Javier Bardem were my true destiny.  I romanticized about running away to Barcelona, re-inventing myself and falling into the arms of my new Latin lover.  We'd spend our mornings making love, afternoons making art and, in the evenings, slip into a cozy Spanish bar for wine, tapas and live guitar. Cut to: 3 years later and I'm still single and living in NYC.  And although far less romantic, I've found a new Latin love called El Taller on the Upper West Side of NYC.