on top of

The to the top of La Sagrada Familia. My legs just tremble. Amazing views, but insecure in my own stance. I don't let them stop me. Every picture they shake a little more, a little harder. The spiral staircase down was definitely the most unsettling part. Shaking legs and curves don't seem like a good combination. The process of this curch is beautiful. They expect it to be completely by the time I'm 50. Cheesy as this sounds, that'll be a good year to return (except that I don't like crowds...).

pics from the trip

on top of

Perched on top of a cathedral, looking at the prosaic side of thos inspiring arches. Bricks and slopes and bird shit and a little spidery friend. The sea shimmers. It feels whole.

Just a bit from the journal.

analog blogging 2

Stories are simple. You just start at some point, place, action, character and start walking. Let your brain find the path open the world. Start somewhere.

The bird walked toward me as if I had something to tell it. I had the secret it wanted, needed. What it had been searching for all this time. It paused and looked again at me. Once the secret was known, what would it do? There was nothing else beyond that moment. A fulfilled purpose...is that what it really wanted? A clockwork ship ticked by, rolling its gears in the Meditterranean [sic]. Droplets of sea moisened the bird's feathers. I cleaned my glasses, though considering the scratched lenses, that was a useless exercise. The bird shook and preened a quick wing. Looked out across the mar and flew away. I knew no screts anyway.

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A rain of oranges left us with leads to a rot of rinds.

analog blogging, day one

I'm putting this out with all its blemishes.


What it says:

LEFT PAGE
The Slent Movie Treatment
watch the movie in silence and retell the story (ed. this is an upcoming blog feature!)

The crowd going to Barcelona was decidedly younger than the one heading to Germany.

The pilot is retiring & his family is on this flight. My seatmate (rowmate) is comforted by this, feel [sic] safer. I don't know. If there is a god/are gods t/s/he/m are the source of all irony, so I think it could go either way. So far, so good. Knock wood (does paper count?)

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Train mistakes were made. Limited Spanish but kind ppl. Think I'm okay now, but probably should wait until I actually get to the hostel. I need coffee. ¡Necesito café!

Mountains & produce and
electric wire
Miró on aeroport walls

Practicing
Spanish
in
my
head.

Something about me or my face makes people ask me questions... well, for directions. I landed at 0830, it's 1030 now, and already 2 sets of people have come
inquiring.