Noteworthy

Charlotte: being safe on the metro.

It is evident that I have become a lazy blogger, but it is in the interest of my devout readership that I have not been posting often. I’ve been bored and I have had nothing interesting to tell you. However, over the past week or so, I’ve come up with enough events and thoughts of note such that I can justify another entry.

I went to Madrid and discovered a love of German Expressionism. My goodness! I could have spent days in that particular wing of the Thyssen Museum…that is, if it they didn’t charge €8 for admission; one day is enough for now. I stayed with Irene, a Spanish women I know from Santa Cruz, who now lives with her family outside of the capital. It turns out that I did not fall madly in love with Madrid, but the art and the company were splendid.

I got back to Barcelona in time to catch some French friends who were here for a few days. It was Charlotte’s birthday, so we went out for drinks and food and more drinks and some sweet soul music and wandered home in the early morning through the quiet, cool streets.

Found this one on the bathroom wall.

I have not lost my mad bike messenger skillz (sic) as proven by my recent hunting, capture and transport of a bicycle box. I rode several kilometers through the traffic-clogged and narrow streets of Barcelona and Gracia (respectively) with an oversized cardboard bike box under one arm. Ain’t no thang.

Now, I am packing my stuff, disassembling the bicycle. I have one day left on this continent. Then, I will spend twenty-six hours in transit between the house where I’m currently sitting and the house where I grew up in Santa Cruz. And then, returned. On with the rest of my life…

~ by Elaina on November 8, 2009.