4.11.09
tarragona!
well! i left atlanta yesterday at 5 30 p.m. and arrived in barcelona at 8 a.m. today. overall a good flight, since we were flying east it became dark very quickly. i had dinner on the plane and drank 3 cups of wine. it was really a trip being drunk on a plane, it seemed like a big circus. lots of people were laughing and cutting up about 20 minutes after drinks were served. anyhow, wrote a bit and watched the clouds roll by, and slept for a few hours. i arrived in barcelona early, and my friend celia was a little late picking me up at the airport. i ended up sitting on a bench and playing guitar for about half an hour. it actually seemed that a lot of people enjoyed the music. of course, an american going to spain and playing flamenco is probably about as unoriginal as a spaniard going to alabama and playing the blues. keep it in perspective. anyhow, celia picked me up and we drove an hour to her apartment. it is on the fourth floor of a building, with 4 different balconies. you can look out over alleys or over a big plaza where the town hall is. there is only one outlet in the kitchen, so you can either turn on the coffee pot, microwave, toaster, or hot water heater. she and her roommate are in med school, and they have a dog here as well. the house has lots of drawings and paintings in it. celia and i had tomato sandwiches (pa amb tomaquet) and some beers. we are going to walk around the city and relax, and she works for a few hours this evening. tomorrow we are going to have a little dinner party with some of her friends from med school. i´m very comfortable and happy to be back here. my spanish is still pretty decent and i feel like i´m returning to an old house, everything seems so familiar and distant.
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3 comments:
3 cups of wine?
Joshua...you must have been the trapeze artist, dancing on a circus peanut of a plane. Goof! I'm happy to hear you made it there safely, though!
To truly fit in while in Spain, you need a huge beard, old tattoos, a Think t-shirt from the 90's, and be whiskey drunk around 10am. And I can totally seeing you like that in the next decade. right on!
for some reason in this entry you sound like Hemingway - wine, beer, spain, random details!
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