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i supposed it was time to update ... to put at least something here, since it had been so very very long. but what? i'm still trying to assimilate my experiences. and it's hard to find the question mark on a spanish keyboard.


so, i'm here in barcelona, and i have a cold. go figure. i'd have to travel all the way accross the atlantic to get a cold. i think it's because of the humidity. if its not super sunny, its a bit chilly, and it has cost me a bit to get used to the climate.

but other than that its been a nice time. ive not preoccupied myself too much with being super touristy. figure there will be time enough for that sort of exlporing later. however, just being here is in effect a touristy experience. just absorbing all of the differences. the new sights and sounds and smells and being-ness of another place ... and doing things like try to figure out how to work funny windowshades, and double flush buttons!

i like hanging the laundry out on the balcony and looking out the window to see everyone else's laundry fluttering in the wind too. i like the narrow quiet damp shadowed chill of cobblestone streets where an american car would barely fit, but somehow here in barcelona they have figured that a car can go through, and another one can be double parked somewhere down the way, and pedestrians and maybe even a gbarbage truck should be able to make it on by as well.

the mimes on las ramblas are spectacular. every one of them very original, and their costumes and makeup are perfectly executed. i liked the coal miner the best. i forgot to take a picture.

i cant capture everything right now. im still in the middle of it all. i think i'll have to reflect later on. im not looking forward to coming home. im not looking forward to that flight again ... this time more weighty, with nothing to look foward to but more weeks of being apart from the one i love.

oh, and being in love. thats good too, just by the way. its a very secure feeling, to be loved. something that makes you smile in your tummy. a thing like that.

m

Comments

Kristiana said…
oh fabulous! what are you doing in spain and how long are you there for?

thank for updating... i wasondering where you were.
3:39 am
mayim said…
heyah!

i'm back ... i was just visiting for a bit. going back this summer.

yeep!

m
8:14 am
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