Barcelona
It has its charm, its compelling strength to keep people here, in spite of the crashing economy, and Alexandra and Thomas still live here to our happiness and misfortune. I miss them!
But to be able to come here and know the sun will shine and the winds only gently caress you in September is quite a topping trip to make. Walk the warm pavements looking for Tapas and wine and cool cellars, shady streets with cafes and art work or just fresh bread, was enough for us. Stopping to sample a cake that caught your fancy or a crispy jalapino with white wine and tomato bread: spending time in Alexandras little flat watching the evening fall and sun run its cause, or go out in high heels tottering in the subway crowds with them both, Thomas leading the way, guiding us to delectable restaurants in leafy tiny streets you have to know about to find.
It was a slow-holiday for the senses, days lying on the beach under an umbrella, doing “Mindfulness” therapy without paying for it and watching others doing the same. I was quite impressed with what unabashed freedom a group of ladies changed from their swim wear into clothes again, breasts and bums exposed, thinking this was quite advanced for Spanish Signoras, until I heard them walk past chatting in Swedish!
A regatta was going on, the tall ships sailing past us with full sails. A bit like us, enjoying it all to the maximum, but having to pass on, back up North.
It has its charm, its compelling strength to keep people here, in spite of the crashing economy, and Alexandra and Thomas still live here to our happiness and misfortune. I miss them!
But to be able to come here and know the sun will shine and the winds only gently caress you in September is quite a topping trip to make. Walk the warm pavements looking for Tapas and wine and cool cellars, shady streets with cafes and art work or just fresh bread, was enough for us. Stopping to sample a cake that caught your fancy or a crispy jalapino with white wine and tomato bread: spending time in Alexandras little flat watching the evening fall and sun run its cause, or go out in high heels tottering in the subway crowds with them both, Thomas leading the way, guiding us to delectable restaurants in leafy tiny streets you have to know about to find.
It was a slow-holiday for the senses, days lying on the beach under an umbrella, doing “Mindfulness” therapy without paying for it and watching others doing the same. I was quite impressed with what unabashed freedom a group of ladies changed from their swim wear into clothes again, breasts and bums exposed, thinking this was quite advanced for Spanish Signoras, until I heard them walk past chatting in Swedish!
A regatta was going on, the tall ships sailing past us with full sails. A bit like us, enjoying it all to the maximum, but having to pass on, back up North.