My Wanderings

It's September 11.
In America, they mourn.
In Catalunya, they celebrate.

It's the dia de "independencia" here in Catalunya. In Catalán it´s called Diada de l'Onze de Setembre. I put independence in quotations only because, technically, Catalunya is not independent of Spain. It is, however, a comunidad autónoma. That is, it has the right to it's own flag and to govern itself while still being under the jurisdiction of España.

I had no class today, so I went wandering. I started out at Arc de Triomf, which marks the entrance to the Ciutadella Park. The park is so large and beautiful. There are fountains, and children, and grass, and winding trees everywhere. After leaving the park I meandered into the Barrio Gótico and Borne until I eventually made my way to Plaza Cataluña.

I loved this little one's Catalunya pride as she spun around with the flag attached to her back.

Bird droppings on the bench in the Plaza Catalunya. "Relationshit"

I love everything about this man from his style to his poise. He exudes such a cool character, reminiscent of my old high school English teacher, Mr. Pirtle. This photo was taken on a very busy street in Barrio Gótico. Yet despite the noise and passersby, this man just sat to the side peacefully, writing, lost in his own thoughts.

It's Toto, Spanish style.

Red flowers are my favorite. And here they are, covering the graffiti.