Barcelona
Driving into Barcelona was stressful, lots of traffic and steep roads. Good to finally leave the car.
some of my thoughts and notes
Driving into Barcelona was stressful, lots of traffic and steep roads. Good to finally leave the car.
As a kid, the first thing I remember I wanted to become when I grow up was an artist, or more specifically a painter.
Were exactly what my car wanted today after many hours of bumpy country roads and steep and curvy mountain roads.
Going out for lunch in Llançà is a funny experience. I've been told that today is a local holiday but I suspect that things aren't too different here on a regular Monday.
Sometimes I have to chuckle when I realize how many we are. Literally, there are thousands and thousands of us, all doing something, thinking something, feeling something. It's as if existence is inexhaustible.
In Llançà I walked past a cafeteria and thought about stopping to buy bread for tomorrow. But it looked pretty full and chaotic, so it took me a while to decide to go in.
This week, my investments almost returned the amount of money I needed for my life.
I feel a sort of mischievous, humorous joy for having managed to escape. Not exactly like after a robbery because I didn't rob anyone, but still with the peace of mind of having secured enough wealth to keep going for a bit.
The beautiful thing about maintenance is when it gives peace of mind. After checking that I won't encounter rain in the next days, the first thing I did was to unwrap the foil on the hanggliders.
I feel completely at home and well, and I just had an idea that changed everything, but mostly my body and mind feel super pleasant.