I’m not one for souvenirs, but this delicate folding paper sculpture of the Sagrada Familia sort of grabbed my eye in Barcelona.
I’m looking at it now, as I sip a McCafe in the cool and quiet of the kitchen.
It’s 15 degrees and pleasant
And there’s no radio or bustle.
Which is what I want after Spain and a mad work day yesterday.
Today will be serene in comparison .
Tourists can spoil holidays, even if you dare to realise that you are a tourist too!
But despite my fellow travellers , I adored Barcelona. With its wide tree lined avenues contrasting so much with the gothic alleyways, and it’s history and grandness…I enjoyed the city so much.
Of course the Sagrada Familia was the highlight for me as when Jane and I walked though the door blinking away the harsh sunlight , we were literally overwhelmed by a brilliant cave of colour and a blast of fanfare from the huge cathedral organ.
I had a lump in my throat
And could literally only mutter “ wow!” as soaring pillars fashioned into the trunks of giant trees took my breath away.
Gaudi ‘s house Casa Batilò had the same effect on me as I was overwhelmed in tears by listening to the words of one of the Batilò’s daughters as she recalled her idyllic childhood in a home, so delicately designed, it almost hurt to experience it.
I’m feeling happy
Happier than I’ve probably felt in a few years and like a child may wish for when at a friend’s wonderful birthday party, I don’t want that feeling to end
Hey ho























