It was the crowning glory on close to a year in Italy, studying a master in color. We were done with colorimetry. We were done with color in design (for now); we were definitely done with Milan. We took a break in Barcelona before having to re-enter the Real World, albeit as interns at the same age Jesus was at his peak.
And Gaudi made it good again.
Like a fantasy reset button to show what’s possible with human hands and heads: the dragon rooftop house. Playful park benches. And of course a place you can worship human achievement, in what really feels like a hard garden — or jungle, still going, still growing. Whatever your idea of a higher power, standing in La Sagrada Familia makes you feel it.
I won’t elaborate on the food. But I will mention El Nacional (which opened about 10 days before our arrival at Passeig de Gràcia 24). Again, a fun, inviting way to reclaim carpark!
First time on Spanish soil, and who knows— a bit of preparation for next year’s walk!
Photos I have missed; memories I have made
Barcelona is cloudy today; thank you Nature. Makes me miss the roulette of San Francisco weather...
Lounging around on a terrace on top of of the Eixample.
Once I read that Spain is actually in the wrong time zone.
Neverending conversations or segmented reality?
you & me, that's something. we are work in process. not defined; in discovery mood. happy anniversary to us #11
On cities that were made for friendship
A sketch of an article. It has a word limit