Barcelona. I started missing this city while I still wandered its meandering, cobbled brick streets; while I sipped Mediterranean sun and mercurial skies.
Barcelona has vibe. Look at these Barcelonins moving a mattress along a slim, city sidewalk…no hands, son.
This city has soul, swagger, secrets.
Buildings, ecstatic with structure, lure daylight to their cores.
Perceptions shimmer and shift.
Barcelona bustles, roars and honks then becomes incredibly quiet during siesta hours. You gotta rest up for that late night dinner and many, many plates of tapas and glasses of cava.
Textures, cultures, histories and languages meet and mix here.
I’ll be oinking about Barcelona this week…maybe next week too. And I’ll be back to posting here more often. I’ve got a lot to say about Barcelona and traveling and life which is good because this slice of cyberspace has been kinda quiet lately.
Sometimes I think being quiet helps me hear through the clatter of clutter and a muttering mind. Or maybe quiet lets me hear the beauty of that clinking symphony; music in murmurs.
Travel does that for me too. I see another little slice of the world persistently happening.
Life keeps on. Life there, here and all over this planet has been happening and will keep on happening well beyond my momentary visits to cities and treks to different countries.
I am a visitor in this world.
I am a visitor in this body.
I say…let’s put some miles on our vehicles while we still fire to life.
Oink. Jazz hands. And pass it on!
p.s. the photos in this post link to the locations where I took them. Click away.