spain.

the church bells just rang again. is it noon already? i sit in the second story window of my friends´ home outside barcelona. we just had extra hot cafe con leche and chocolate pastry. there is music floating out of windows and a cool breeze. we ate tapas seaside last night with friends who speak catalan too fast for me. the drive up the coast was breathtaking, and we walked down narrow streets with flowers dangling from window boxes and the blue ocean peeking out of every available opening. the sun on my face and warmth all around. sat in a museum drinking wine. the waves of the ocean against the side, so loud they interrupted the violin and guitar. the light changes, softens on still spanish faces. brazilian tango, baroque, played as if this is what you should do on sunday evening. indeed.