A Winter's Dream

On the border of Catalunya and Aragon lies the small village of La Clua. It has 5 residents. On a cold and grey winter day in Barcelona, I dream of looking out over this field as the daylight wanes.

Spring has Sprung

Lifeline

El Parque de la Devesa

Los arboles del Parque de la Devesa en Girona

Trees of Huesca

The trees in Huesca were beginning to change for Autumn.  

Unknown.

I struggle to find myself in this city.  Moving to a new country means that you become unknown.  I am just one in 1.6 million and only a small handful of people know I exist here.  There are days when my heart and my soul cry out to be known, to be heard.  On days like that simply seeing the beauty in this city brings me back a bit.  The morning sun shining through the streets and illuminating everything helps me to remember that all of this is bigger than me and I'm fortunate to be a small part of this world.

Make Your Mark

As I said a couple of days ago, the people of Barcelona have a lot to say, and sometimes in a uniquely artistic way.  In Barrio Gotico, tucked back into the streets is this chalkboard.  People can write anything they want (and they definitely do).  Sometimes there is even chalk provided to write with...or I guess you could just bring your own.  I love checking out messages and the doodles whenever I'm down in the Gotico and need to get away from the crowd.

Sadie also liked the flowers out front and 'made her mark' as soon as we were done with the pics.

Cement Jungle

Barcelona is a cement jungle, much like New York or San Francisco.  Sure there are parks strewn about, but the majority of land is taken up by sidewalk, street, and buildings.  Yesterday we were walking near where Passeig de Colom meets the Rambla.  Tucked into the corners of the Delegación de Defensa En Cataluña building was this tree.  It is such a stark contrast between the grayness of the cement and the old dirt.  I love finding these spots of natural beauty in this city, where life is finding a way despite our best efforts.