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We are back home, and believe me, after a hot, dry (absolutely wonderful) week in Barcelona, the rain today feels like a blessing. I have been out feeding the birds and the squirrels, wantering the fast growing tomato plants in the greenhouse (our dear 80 years old neighbour Inger has done a perfect job in the garden during our absence), and now it is time to sort paper, books and images from Barcelona. Terje is busy doing the laundry.
I start work again on Monday, and one of the things I will be busy doing then is working on the itinerary of a week in Istanbul in August. I have a huge pile of books I plan to read though, emails to write, timetables to set for the group and so on. But this weekend is still for Barcelona, for digesting memories, for digging deeper into the heart of the city, its art, its people.
I never made it inside Sagrada Familia.
I was not ready for it, and could not do it.
I know so many of you said I had to, but it would have been wrong to force myself.
I was so overwhelmed by Gaudi´s art, can you remember I wrote that I felt Sagrada Familia was a monster the first time I saw it. This feeling changed as we passed the cathedral several times during the week, and I got to see others of Gaudi´s work. As you already know, Terje and I spent time in La Pedrera on Thursday, and slowly, slowly Gaudi´s art was revealed to me. If we had had one mnore week in Barcelona I might have gone to the cathedral for an inside visit, but as it was now, I felt sure it would ruin my awakening love for Gaudi and his art.
I was afraid.
I didn´t want to ruin my newborn fascination.
I did buy a book of Gaudi and his art during our stay. I will probably buy more books as my knowledge deepens,
but for the moment Frederico García Lorca is what I am reading.
One book with selected poems, both in Spanish and Englisg,
and also Lorca, a dream of life, a biography by Leslie Stainton.
I first learned of Lorca several years ago from Frances Mayes. She has mentioned him in several of her books. Before going to Barcelone I sent Frances an email asking for reading suggestions (she is my favorite source when it comes to travel books, and a lot of other books as well). In her reply Frances again mentioned Lorca. I had planned to take his books with me, they would have been perfect for reading in the park at nights, but I forgot. Which was quite okay as I had so much else to read. Like Colm Tóibín´s Homage to Barcelona.
Tóibín writes about Lorca (and so much more):
In the Gothic quarter during the years of the Civil War, Frederico García Lorca had a street named after him.
He loved the Rambla, calling it the most beautiful street in the world
He loved drinking in the bars in the Placa Reial
I can´t say that I loved drinking in the bars of the Placa Reial,
but I can say that I loved eating paella there with Terje, sharing a huge mug of sangria,
watching life on this charming Placa,
thinking of Lorca, of his artist friends,
and of Barcelona´s many-fasceted history
And next time I go back to Barcelona (if there will ever be a next)
I will go inside Sagrada Familia!
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