And I was in no way disappointed. Sagrada Familia was a revelation, and Parc Güell perfect for a visit to process its grandeur afterwards. Gaudí said, “Everything comes from the great book of nature,” which probably explains why I’m so attracted to his designs. To visit a cathedral with an interior that looks like a brilliant, magical forest, well, it was worth traveling 8000 miles (12,874.752 kilometers).
Enjoy the photos.
P.S. The photos aren’t in order cuz (grrrrr) WordPress . . . or maybe (grrrr) the latest Apple update. They are both contenders for Most Fricking Frustrating Technology.
I arrived very late last night to my hotel in Barcelona, a supposedly hip and artsy inn that certainly appeared groovily gothic at first glance. But things got pretty weirdly gothic when I was awakened at 3:35 a.m. by the screams of a terrified woman in the next room. First was the screaming, then thumping and banging, then what sounded like a panic button being hit over and over, then alarms throughout the building, then silence, except for a voice in the hall asking, “Are we to go downstairs?”, with someone replying, “I don’t know, I’ll check,” and that was that. Eventually I fell back asleep, and when I queried the staff this morning, they were unaware, unconcerned, and didn’t even bother taking my room number. I’d like to mention this is a highly recommended establishment! What will tonight bring? We shall see.
As for today, it was warm and lovely and bright and dry; just my kind of climate, and quite the opposite of Ireland. I walked and walked and walked all over the city, with its broad boulevards, iconic architecture, and tortured history.
Here are a bunch photos for your consideration. Hope you enjoy them.
. . . In spite of soaking rains and winds that challenge walking and photography, although I did get some fun diagonal shots, and shots of cars’ tires. A storm called Lorenzo is headed this way, and elaborate efforts are being made against flooding. Trapped in my room again for the better part of the day, I thought going to the movies might be a remedy, but no, shows were canceled as well. The weather I’ve had here in Ireland is a crying shame.
Anyway, here are some level photos I did manage to capture. Enjoy.
Live all you can. It’s a mistake not to. Even if it’s pouring and the wind is howling.
In spite of the chill air, in a short time Galway has captured my heart. Here are a few shots from yesterday, and I’m out and about more today, so perhaps there will be an ‘I love Galway’ sequel. Enjoy!
The weather was better today, beautiful even at some moments, yet also sometimes cold and very windy. But it was mostly a lovely day of hiking 15 miles north/northwest along parts of the Burren Way and an area called Black Head. The hike started off innocently enough along broad, open, grassy areas with sweeping views of the Aran Islands and the Irish Sea. Then came the section called the Mass Path, which was miles-long, narrow, brambly, rocky, and muddy, with hidden holes, a steep cliff off to the left, and flowing rivers with sketchy bridges. If you know me, you know I travel alone, and eat alone, and go to the theater alone, and almost always hike alone, but today I connected with some generous-hearted Americans who adopted me for the day. And what luck that was – of all my hikes, without a doubt this was the one day I should definitely not have gone it alone. We walked up hills, down hills, through valleys, over stiles, past ruins, past cows, horses, and donkeys, most of the time within reach of abundant super ripe blackberries and in view of super cool geology.
Anyway, I’ll let photos do the talking – I’ve said enough. Plus, I need to rub my dear feet.
Luckily, I finally got some good walking weather. I set out from Hag’s Head near Liscannor this morning and hiked north along the coast on the Cliffs of Moher. There was serious mud, and serious wind, a bit of rain, and a charging cow, but mostly it was lovely, and I’m very grateful for that. Here are some photos for your enjoyment. There is a lot of very cool geology here!