It´s the little things I love.
I love that in Spain there is living grass, actual, green grass that indicates it´s rained here for more than 3 days of the last 1825.
I love that up and down the Ramblas (Barcelona´s main strip) on a Friday or Saturday night, there are hoards of guys with 6 packs of beer, willing to sell you one if you need a traveller to last the 20m to the pub (unlike NYC, where you can get thrown in jail for drinking a beer on your own front step).
I love that this city, which is cool in the way that Collingwood is cool (significantly seedy, somewhat industrial in parts, but full of hidden treasures) celebrates music that hasn´t been cool in quite along time - in some people´s opinion (though not mine). In the last week and a half, I have heard the Neverending Story Theme Song three times, on a bus, in a very cool bar and in a shop selling only things made out of string (suprisingly cool). I have not heard the Neverending Story Theme Song this frequently since the mid eighties and I admit, I owned the album. On vinyl. Thus, I am thinking of renaming my Adventure Owl, after the lead character, Bastian.
And speaking of my Adventure Owl, somebody offered to buy him from me today, for ten euros. For those of you who are not aware, I was gifted the fairly-awesome Adventure Owl shortly before leaving for New York. He was made by my sister Anna and I would not part with him for all the world. I´m not sure if her intention was to enable me to take actual tourist photos (instead of my usual photos of random doorways and unidentifiable objects) by inserting the Owl into the shot, thus delivering the requisite amount of irony. ¨I´m not really a tourist, I´m just taking an ironic shot of this stuffed Owl¨ - that kind of thing. Or maybe she just thought I´d need something to cuddle in the absence of Leroy.
Whatever the reason, I now have a not-insignificant number of photos featuring the Adventure Owl. He´s having an awesome holiday!
Anyway, much has happened that is not owl-related. Alejandro has remained in Seville, leaving me to go for broke in his apartment. I have discovered my favourite thing; the Barcelona Filmoteca. They have these government-run palaces of film in most large cities. You can see a movie for E2.70. Yup, that´s about $4. You can get a pass to see 50 movies for about $45. It´s incredible! And they´re great films - this week I´ve watched an entire retrospective on Steven Soderberg (happily in English, for the moments where I just need to hear something I can understand!). I´ve also seen a few great Catalan films and last night I saw this bizarre movie from the 1940s called ´Black Narcissus´about a group on nuns who establish a convent school in a palace on a mountain in India, that was formerly used to house concubines of the local Raja. Part religious drama, part murder-thriller, it was totally insane and extremely cool! Seriously, get it out on video (soooo won´t have made it to DVD). So my evenings have been filled with watching weird films, eating cheese and drinking wine. Nothing more high-tech or high-brow than that!
I leave Barcelona tomorrow morning and head to Valencia for a few days. My main mission for Valencia is to eat paella, lots of paella. I´m in training now, much like those competetive eaters from Japan. Ah, paella. If I survive my crazy eating plan, I´ll write again.....