Basílica de la Sagrada Família, interior aspects. Entering this vast space is mind boggling. And since it is pretty much impossible to take pictures anywhere approaching the quality of the images readily available in books or online while walking around in a daze, gawking at this amazing edifice with a few thousand fellow tourists milling […]Read more "La Sagrada Família, part 2"
The most famous construction site in the world. Cramped into an intersection of busy roads, dwarfed by cranes, wrapped in protective skins, engulfed by traffic noise, children’s squeals, honking mopeds and an undulating sea of humanity from all corners of the globe. This is what you see when you first emerge from the Metra. An […]Read more "La Sagrada Família, part 1"
Our Barcelona exchange home for the next two weeks is located in the La Ribera neighborhood which flows into El Born and Barri Gòtic, the oldest of the traditional Barcelona barrios. We are smack in the middle of a whole lot of hustle and bustle! Come along, entrada! A neighborhood street with neighborhood shops. The […]Read more "Barcelona, a walk"
It’s time to hit the road! After all, I’ve been home for almost a week. Just enough time for switching from my Texas traveling gear to the necessities for springtime in Catalunya and Andalucía, Spain. The drive from Saintes, Charente-Maritime, France, to Barcelona, Catalunya, Spain, takes almost seven hours straight driving time, and since we […]Read more "Reisezeit!"
This post isn’t going to be interesting or entertaining, let alone relevant for the majority of our assorted humanity out there. It is, however, important to me. And I believe the rest of the krüppelige Verwandtschaft [those addressed will know what I mean] might like to read it. The last few days I’ve been in […]Read more "Thank you, Sweethearts!!"
Once upon a time, my German sister Bianka created this angel-winged American sweater for our new son Ethan. Since I’m not an artsy-craftsy person, this was the only piece of hand-made apparel my son ever got, poor neglected thing. Many years have passed since he outgrew his auntie’s present. Now the family is preparing for […]Read more "Waiting for Izzy"
The other day we, my Houston Cousin and I undertook an excursion to Chappell Hill, Texas, to visit with her close friend the ceramic artist and painter Ruth Wilson. The three of us then headed over to the neighboring town for lunch at the historic Ant Street Inn in Brenham, Washington County, the birthplace of […]Read more "Brenham w/o Ice Cream"
As one gets older, years seem to race by at ever-increasing speed, leaving you baffled and wondering where the days have gone. Not that I mind speed, I’ve had a passion for speed all my life. But a different kind of speed. Experiencing the rush of acceleration has always been thrilling for me, either in real […]Read more "Hello January !"
Introduction – Reading a Facebook entry earlier today pertaining to the Atenas, Costa Rica, (Gentle)Men’s Club. Someone mentioned that one of the prefered activities of that organization is the ballet. Really? I thought, and the following ensued. Set – A river bank in the southwest of France, decorated with the usual ancient SW Frenchy stone […]Read more "Ballet for three Bulldozers"
We just returned from a remarkable weekend visit with friends in the village of Caunes-Minervois, département Aude, in the newly created région Languedoc-Roussillon-Midi-Pyrénées. On January 1, 2016, the formerly 22 regions of Metropolitan France started operating as 13 new mega-regions, a federal government measure to decrease administrative cost nationwide. The weekend was truly remarkable in the respect that […]Read more "Of Truffles"