Under Placa Catalunya

0600I suppose it is a better location than around the Port on the sdewalk when it is cold but still I don’t think that any of these African men would be chosing to sleep here huddled up against a wall had they another choice.  Out of the weather, temperature moderately controlled and each with an identical natural colored tarp on which to sleep or roll up meager posessions.

It makes all of those parading up La Rambla wearing or waving flags for Catalon Independence seem pretty trivial in their outlook. The men with their flags on poles and not being careful of on coming pedestrians; the women wearing flags tied around their necks as capes.  I must be too American, I just don’t see a country flag as an article of clothing. But that is just me.

I spent a pleasant couple of hours in a nice coffee shop next to Hotel D’Arc before moving on through the streets. It is obviously December; there are decorations everywhere and not a sale insight. I even went through the offerings at Desigual and didn’t spend a dime (or a Euro).

On the way back to the ship I almost went into the Maritime Museum. I have been there before several times – and the added bonus would have been the Game of Thrones Traveling Exhibit. But the place was packed and it is not like I haven’t seen a few costumes, weapons before. And since I have already had a chance to sit in the Iron 0806Throne I didn’t see the point of looking at it from the other side of a roped off area.

from 2010

(back at LonCon when I had long and brown hair)

and we will totally and completely ignore the chaos that was BCN Terminal as 1000+ tried to board at the same time that 4K+ were returning to the ship. Not organized is putting it mildly

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About Holly

fiber person - knitter, spinner, weaver who spent 33 years being a military officer to fund the above. And home. And family. Sewing and quilting projects are also in the stash. After living again in Heidelberg after retiring (finally) from the U.S. Army May 2011, we moved to the US ~ Dec 2015. Something about being over 65 and access to health care. It also might have had to do with finding a buyer for our house. Allegedly this will provide me a home base in the same country as our four adult children, all of whom I adore, so that I can drive them totally insane. Considerations of time to knit down the stash…(right, and if you believe that…) and spin and .... There is now actually enough time to do a bit of consulting, editing. Even more amazing - we have only one household again. As long as everyone understands that I still, 40 years into our marriage, don't do kitchens or bathrooms. For that matter, not being a golden retriever, I don't do slippers or newspapers either. I don’t miss either the military or full-time clinical practice. Limiting my public health/travel med/consulting and lecturing to “when I feel like it” has let me happily spend my pension cruising, stash enhancing (oops), arguing with the DH about where we are going to travel next and book buying. Life is good!
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