Small Divinities

There are some things in life that are so simple, so minute, that you almost miss them, unless you are looking, taking the time to look up, down and all around as you walk through the streets you think you know. After living six years in San Francisco, I still managed to find new and exciting streets, cafes, objects that I must have walked by a million times and suddenly saw them surface. Luckily, Barcelona seems to have that same magic. I can walk through El Borne, Gracia or even my neighborhood, a hundred times and each time I spot something new. Thank goodness for awareness.

Last week, I said my last and final goodbye to Karla as she headed home to the states. We decided to relive what we first had seen in Barcelona when we arrived and what sruck me the most was the simple objects around the city that make it entrancing. For example, the rusty flowers and fountain propped on a closed market Sunday afternoon or a family of bikes intrically tied to each other because it is Sunday after all and the owners are most likely tucked away taking their Sunday siesta or sitting in a cafe somewhere reading the newspaper, chatting with friends, family, dogs giving their colored two-wheel mobiles a rest. Or best of all, the purchase of a unique neck warmer in hopes of welcoming a cold winter, knitted with gold thread and tied together with a velvet ribbon. Really, can it get better than this? To indulge in the streets and seasons of a city that is ever-changing, yet seems to have remained the same, with its dark gothic streets and antique shops that cater to particular objects, like neck warmers, turron, chocolate, books. I dare you to find something new in the city you live in, explore, look around you and when things start getting boring, tiring, painful...sit in the sun, find a new cafe, invite a friend out for a walk and live a little something new in the place you think you know so well.
Happy Thanksgiving my distant viewers. I am ever so grateful for every single one of you...