My wife and my puppy. Best two little ladies I know.
1, from left, espinacas con garbanzos, ensalada rusa, y lomo; sevilla, espana
2, coastline in tarifa, espana; overlooking the straight of gibraltar/mediterranean sea
3, “new bridge” and gorge in the white hill town of ronda, espana
4, monastery garden in cathedral; barcelona, espana
freedom starts today. i’m starting to feel out of place, here. maybe it’s the medication to take away the headache, or feeling carsick every time i sit down.
about to battle the heat to get to the tea room on main.
my friend took this photo of me last winter in a closed rag shop. completely forgot it was taken ‘til today. she said i remind her of andy warhol in the photo.
La Giralda Bell Tower in Sevilla, Espana.
Random Street in Madrid, Espana.
It’s really unimaginable to see some of this art with my own two eyes, especially when it’s the original copy of the art and not just a print.
Yesterday I saw Salvador Dali’s Dream Caused by the Flight of a Bee Around a Pomegranate a Second Before Waking.
The day before I saw Picasso’s Guernica. What’s actually really interesting about Guernica is the transformational process it took from the beginning to the end. Not that it’s entirely different but the process is bizarre (which is to be expected, I suppose).
Madrid is pretty nice. I’ve eaten some great good. I’ve seen a metric-fuck-ton of art. Literally. I’ve been to the Museo del Prado, the Reina Sofia and the Thyssen-Bornemisza art museums and I’ve seen works by Rafeal, Goya, Picasso, Dali, Durer, and countless others.
Today I leave Madrid and head south to Sevilla. A little more touristy, but it’s a quick two-day trip for Kate and I before we head to the coast and the hill towns near the Straights of Gibraltar.
On a semi-related note, we buy fresh bread every day. Various types of baguettes or some other such types. Cost… about .30 euros. Cans of beer in the grocery store, approximately .33 euros. They also have store brand beer. At one point in time we paid less than 2 euors for a six pack at the store. That’s less than 4 USD. Fuck. And the cost of wine… unreal. You can get bottles for a euro apiece. The great stuff is like 10 euros. We didn’t even bother.
Hopefully I’ll have some more pictures to post soon. I haven’t uploaded any actually pictures from the digital camera yet so it’s somewhat limited to when I actually carry my iPhone around with me, which is next to useless when in airplane mode.
Playing scrabble. Drinking Fat Tires. Listening to new Touché. Watching Parks and Rec. New Good Teeth jams. Still cold in May. Late for work. Loving life.
kyle is coming home tomorrow to hang/go to demf. going to be a busy weekend. going to inevitably feel like i didn’t accomplish enough.
my eyes hurt.
i put in my two weeks notice at one of my jobs yesterday. i’m excited to fully commit myself to my future.