Barcelona beach & reflections on a good life

I got up dreadfully early & decided it was a beach day.  I longed for sun after the dreary weather of Eastern Europe, so I set off in search of crashing waves.  Even though the temperature was a high of 20, the sun was warm & inviting as I walked the long pier that seemed to go endlessly on.  There were guys building elaborate sandcastles & African men hawking knock-off purses.  People of all shapes & sizes wearing everything from Speedos to trench coats walked along with me. I stopped to sit on a concrete lounger & just gaze out at the ocean.  I could watch the ocean all day…it’s mesmerizing to me.  I’m actually halfway scared of the ocean & have mad respect for its authority, but God how I love to stare off into the horizon & listen to the waves crash on the shores.  I dawdled around the beach until I felt like I wanted something to eat, so I googled around & found that The Green Spot vegetarian restaurant had mad reviews, so I headed in that direction.

Even though the place was practically empty, The Green Spot was gorgeous & the menu was sublime.  I ordered a bunch of different tapas with lemon beer & sparkling water.  I sat for the longest time just enjoying myself & thinking of my life…how lucky I am.  Not many people get the opportunities that I’ve had…to explore this world as vastly as I have & make friends along the way.  I was thinking about how excited I was to head to Altea in the next couple of days to visit more friends I’ve made while out in this beautiful world.  It seems that, on the days that seem bleak, I need to pinch myself as a reminder that I am here, now…I am living this life & I am doing it my own way.  No fucks given.

I really overindulged during this late lunch, so I knew no dinner was going to be needed, but sitting in cafes is my most favourite place to be…I’m sure later I’ll be nibbling & sipping somewhere.

I headed back to my apartment for a siesta & when I woke, I walked to a roof-top restaurant I spied that was close to my apartment.  I could look down at the people walking by &, like I usually do, made up scenarios in my mind about who they were & where they were going.  Little games to keep me happily occupied in my own mind.

Tomorrow I was leaving Barcelona, but I vowed I’d come back & spend a week in her caresses.  I fell to sleep dreaming of being on a raft in the middle of the ocean…drifting away.