Here I sit, docile, calm, tranquilo.
I’m in Parc de Cervantes after a morning run/walk to an interesting housing estate built in 1987 (only one year after my birth!) with an architectural style coming from the utopian ideals of science fiction writers.
It’s nice to sit in a good park, Barcelona has few larger ones. It’s by a highway, but we’ll forget that point.
With Coronavirus taking over our lives during recent months, it’s nice to be free and explore this city.
The Congresso de Catalunya (I found out later being a large event space) is across the road and I ate breakfast with Mexican hot sauce.
Our world has become such a muddle of cultures, races, customs.
I was talking to my older neighbour the other day about how our world has changed dramatically to become more international during his lifetime.
I can tell you that different experiences define mine.