We've slipped easily into the rhythms of the country - yesterday we people watched as we slowly sipped our morning cafes con leche at our favorite cafe, strolled the streets around the Barcelona cathedral, explored an imaginative exhibit on the Catalan language. We had left our cameras at the apartment, so no photos, but those of you with a little Spanish or French probably can puzzle out these quotes: "El veritable enemic es l'oblit" "Pa i circ, deien els romans. Poesia i futbol? I tu, que hi dies!". All the signs in Barcelona are in Catalan as well as Spanish. Franco suppressed the language and culture, but now children are learning it in school and Friday evening we happened on a dramatic production on the Cathedral steps about the death of Thomas a Becket completely in Catalan. T. S. Eliot in Catalan?
Saturday afternoon we flew to Granada in the rain. We're staying in a sixteenth century mansion, complete with courtyard. When we go down the cobbled steps from our front door we see the Alhambra in all its golden glory right up the hill from us.
We ate dinner at our now usual time, 10 p.m. And strolled home with the rest of the town - everyone, even the toddlers, out enjoying the cool post-rain freshness. Now it's Sunday morning and time to find a new cafe con leche spot where we can sit and watch the world pass.
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Location:Granada
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