Two letters arrived. One more frequently read than the other.
And I’ve been to Barcelona.
There is a lot to tell about a lot that has happened, so I guess I’ll take it in alphabetical order.
Antoni Gaudí is one of the most spectacular architects of our time. He is usually referred to as an art nouveau architect (in Spain called modernista style), but I disagree. Gaudí’s style is something unique only to him. His best known masterpieces are probably the cathedral Sagrada Familia, and the housing buildings Casa Milà and Casa Batlló. (I have taken a lot of better pictures myself, but my computer being what it is at the moment I don't dare jinx it by storing anything new on here until I've exchanged my disk. I hope to update this entry eventually with Lots of Gorgeous Photos I've taken myself.)
All of these are in
Barcelona, where I spent last weekend (Thursday to Monday) to celebrate my mother turning 60. Happy Birthday Mum! I love this city, and I can’t even begin to tell you about all the marvellous things to do and see. Well I guess I can begin, but I would go on forever and ever about it… But Gaudí plays a big part in it, and the old parts of town (Barrí Gotic – the Gothic city) are a wonderful maze of 15th century houses built on roman foundations and so on and so on… And the food… And the sights… And the art! We went to the Miró Museum, which I loved so much, but the line to the Picasso Museum (that hosts, among other masterpieces, the great “Guernica”) was to long and the rain was pouring down on us on Sunday so we missed that one this time. In short: The
City of Barcelona is one of my havens on earth. I can easily see myself simply deciding not to go back home the next time I get there. Being the
Daughter of the birthday mum, one of the greatest women on earth, I got this heavenly weekend as a gift, simply because she wanted to have me with her.
THANK YOU MUM!
Eventually however, I had to get on the plane and go home. My poor aunt who was also with us had a bad cold by Monday and her ears hurt during the whole flight home. Having your ears stuffed from a cold and not being able to breathe properly is among the most uncomfortable things I know, so I felt real sorry for her.
Finally we got off the plane, loaded with taxfree shopping bags and impressions from a great weekend (the taste from the seafood dinner on Saturday still lingers on my tongue somehow. It was That Delicious!) and I stayed in Stockholm for two days. It’s nice to just walk the streets of our beautiful capital, with some friend I don’t see too often (I did this with two different wonderful people), and those two days somehow felt like more of a vacation for me than the adventurous days in Barcelona.
Great to get a break, but it’s also great to get back home with renewed energy to attack everyday life. And when I got home I found the Missing Letter lying on my doormat. Eight plus two pages of words, twists of words, explanations, dreams, pictures and a lot of him in it. I already feel like I know him, but this felt so great. Somehow handwritten words get to me so much more than the same words typed out on a keyboard. I am so greatful for this letter and what it says, I can not tell you. I read, reread and read it again. Thank you.
Holidays or not my life is pretty great right now. Not uncomplicated, but great. I get payed to do stuff I love to do. I have appreciative friends that I love and cherish. I have new friends kind of knocking on the door wanting to be part of my life, and I so welcome them. Right now Mandy is the one I particularly place in this category of new friends! I can't tell you how happy I am she liked what I sent her (see her blog for details) and I'm getting a shawl! I can't wait! I have found a forum online to write and express myself, and have others read it, and this means so much to me! I love blogging! And so much else seems to be going my way. In terms of lovelife, I guess I could have chosen an easier road than the one I’m on right now, but feelings seem to choose you and not the other way around.
I am so greatful for the feelings that have chosen me right now though, in many parts of my life. It’s not everyday I can say that I’m happy, without feeling I have to mention some of the bad stuff too just to balance it all up. I can today though.
Jeezus! This is becoming a very long entry… I don’t think I’ll go all the way to Z but finish it here. It’s a good way to finish I think, finding out that it feels good to say: I’m happy!