Barcelona, The Flood and The Last Meow
Right after I came back from Brazil, I had a birthday present lined up for me: a weekend in Barcelona. Everyone I know that has been to Barcelona told me I would love it, and that you can never find a more beautiful city.
And some of it is actually true... Barcelona is the gothic capital, with it's amazing architecture all over. The houses of Gaudí(especially Milá and Batló

, the Sagrada Família,the houses of Puig i Cadafalch... Where to start and where to end? Maybe start in Parc Guell and end in the modern marinas, never forgetting the busiest street in Europe, La Rambla.
Also surprising was hearing their language, the catalan, which is a mix of french and spanish but definitely sounds like portuguese ocasionally... I was there for a weekend only but I definitely want to go back: good food, great landscape, great people, filled with things to do, a lot of culture to experience, a lot of architecture to watch.
Moving on to other things: this last week was complete chaos and bad luck: it was a Friday the 13th week. I started off around Tuesday night when I came home from work to find a bit off my hall flooded, with the hardwood floor ruined. So next morning the construction guy came here to tell me that my 2nd floor neighbor had left a tap open all day therefore flooding the pretty much all the apartments below and the garage.
The very same day, my mother called me and told me my old cat was very sick, he couldn't move his back legs. For 3 days he went to get treatment at the vet's, but they could never find out what he had, they thought it was some hernia or some medula issue, but this last Saturday he was just in too much pain and my parents decided to put him to sleep. Of course I don't have to explain the pain it is to depart with an animal you had for 12 years, that slept with you, that you fed, that came to meet and greet you every time you came home...
But life goes on and I got a big archive of photos from Brasil and Barcelona that I still have to go through.
Ciao!
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Sola, fane y descangayada
la vi esta madrugada salir de un cabaret.
Flaca, dos cuartas de cogote,
y una percha en el escote, bajo la nuez.
Lonely, ugly and all broken
I saw her this dawn coming out of a nightclub.
Skinny, a full yard long of neck
And a hanger by neckline under the chin.
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Than are dreamt of in your philosophy.
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