resorting to the written word

be it, drink it

wonderful xocholata milk drink with chalky aftertaste, made on my street

be brave

view from my private cove on the costa brava

erosion composition

went to the Joan Miro Foundacio and there was a special exhibit

featuring the photography of Kéyah de Raúl Belinchón

really striking, no?

barcelona cool

in the nuns bathhouse

when i was half looking, i found caelum. its a wonderful, old school, victorian cafe 

set on site of an old jewish bathhouse. all the treats and sweets served are made 

by nuns and monks all over spain. 

i have to admit, the first time i went, hung out with jasmine tea and corozones coookies,

i seriously thought, 'maybe being a nun and making marzipan cookies and rose elixir in

the mountains of spain is a good gig'

planning to stock up on my return trip.

caelum

c/palla 8

barcelona

playa perfecta

a greatest pleasure to see these lovely faces on my way

whit and ken at poblenou playa, before the orxata

in the boca

boqueria market.

did my shopping saturday morning with all the abuelas.

i am here to learn to live with lightness

i sit in the cafes long enough to see its many faces of the day-

a traveler to consume cakes and coffees, to study the population

with this simple act.

it writes a book of truth, at day break it concludes and we will

rip out the pages.

i used to get scared and anxious when the seats at the cafes

and bars would fill up with couples and triples and foursomes of

people and parties and i would be the sole inhibitor of my place setting.

but that feeling has escaped me and now i only notice it as the natural

traffic of space, time and people.

some stay only a few moments, to regain their days and leave with

their glasses a sip full,

others linger longer, making a day of their drink.

i find myself in places and i find places in myself

that i know i'll long for, to come back to

i envision my return over and over

the comfort i feel is so automatic, i swear i've known this city

unlike any other i have visited in my travels so far.

i think there is a time and place for all my outlets and creations

i wish to delve upon. i feel them all inside of me, but they only

let themselves escape at certain moments.

i must be patient and learn to know when it is a flight of fancy

or a proper signal.

at this moment words flow easily out of my heart, head and hand

its though i barely think about them, they simply have a way

with themselves and i loosely coax and cradle them, but

they continue to their preferred shapes and compositions.

its as though every thought and feeling i attempt to render

pours through me.

its nearly uncontrollable. its strange to me actually, i'm only a vessel

and its as i could write with the inspiration of any vision that enters

my field of senses

i feel its my purpose and its meant to be so easy and fluid.

my lids can't hold themselves up and if i noticed a feather falling from

the flight of the sky, i'd try to grasp it and curl myself on its wispy limbs

for a small siesta.

like i am drunk but have not ingested anything with hinderance.

maybe my vision is blurred by the galao and portuguese cakes,

which i find superior to all those i have sampled thus far in my city search.

i must learn to write with other emotions beside intrigue and wonderment,

i don't want to bore my reader.

i have friends at home in nyc and they look at situations and see the

impossibilities form before their eyes.

i am not casting criticism, as i know that view, i have felt its weight and

its creation of tightly braided tensions.

but it amazes me and makes me wonder because my field of vision

yields something so different as if so much possibility is provided,

i can't decide my colour to pick or path to tread, they all appeal

in their own shimmering ways-

visions of shimmering possibilities.

i think my path will take many turns and each bender before the next

prepares me with strength and honesty for what follows suit.

i am able to write here so quickly and with fluid motions, but i've been

able to write many places thus far...

i aspire to journey with an open mind and find inspiration in all that i see,

whether i'm pleased by it or not.

i am here to learn to live with lightness.

beach baby, peach baby.

we drink, we kiss and say goodbye

A first round of faces that I have come to know on this journey
and now must depart from. Ramon. Raffa. Laura. Pete.

sing into my mouth

i was introduced to this cookbook during my wwofing experience in Andalucia
and had the chance to make a couple of the recipes,
including paella and pea soup with jamon
there is a concentration on dishes from Andalucia and especially those
with a Moroccan influence - it already has a place on my kitchen shelf

vermillion ties

on the morning walk, i happened upon a lonely patch of
vermillion poppies

i looked both ways, picked on and tied it up in my unruly hair

maybe it would add a bit of complement to my newly acquired
cocoa freckles and lavender rosewater oiled curls and salt sea stains

i tie up the young tomato plants that are starting to offer flowers

to the stakes to afford them strength against the levante

i tie them with strips of orange tshirt and i love how they look
adhered to the bamboo with loops and bows

eating some sea in cadiz

cadiz by the sea