I peed under the arc de triumph,
april 28th, 2009
barcelona spain.

im still in spain and might make a trip to grenada. a small hippyish sort of town.
barcelona is treating me well. its quite touristy though.
i am living in the moment for the most part but a part of me is very anxious to get to the farm lands and get out of these cities.
pictures maybe later.

lone wolf

thats what ive been the past few days

it is so sunny and nice here in barcelona.
i walk around during the day and make my romantic fantasies come true.
these fantasies dont involve men.

just me being inspired in a city and making beautiful little scenes come to life.

one such scene was me walking to the market La Boqueria in central barcelona, buying fresh ham right off the pig leg, manchego cheese, salmon, wine and baggette. I bought my special romantic picnic for one items and headed back home to the apartment.

i set it all up on the little table out on the orange tiled patio with white walls surrounding, poured myself some wine, rolled myself a ciggarette and feasted.
the ham was so rich in flavor and mm the bread so soft.

i was in lone heaven.

when i look out to my left as i stand on the terrace here in central barcelona, i see this arc.
a market opens up in the plaza on the weekends with delcious pastries, breads and other goods.
a man was playing trumpet all day down by the arc and i could hear it from the apartment. he played the god father theme, strangers in the night, and other italian type songs.
it was very romantic.

alrighty
i am now in barcelona.
i came from amsterdam and i will tell you about that.
amsterdam was so beautiful. i got to know
a lot of the city staying in two different places on opposite sides of the city.
i found my heaven in northern amsterdam. the man max i was staying with took me on a drive up to the country side. the street we drove on was so narrow. we drove slow and winding. the sun roof was down and i leaned my head back and let the sun warm my cheeks. a wave of complete content came over me. the small houses so close together and so close the sweet water of the bay. small green grassy knoll right next to the car as we passed. people sitting on their small porches drinking beers and laughing. the skies were blue and clear and decided i wanted to retire to that small town in northern holland. it was called durgerdam.

then we drove to a small island called markem. touristy but very beautiful. a small fisherman town with a tiny harber and a stand to get raw herring. we walked to end of the harbor and sat on a bench over looking the bay. max did some sketches while i dozed in the sun.

during the days I would wake up to an empty house more or less and make myself delcious strong coffee and cut up fresh fruits from the plentiful fruit bowl of the woman i was staying. i would sit in the garden and watch her black cat miyo hunt flies and frogs in the small pond. then i would leave and just walk. i walked so much in amsterdam the first couple days. one day I left the house at 12 in the afternoon and returned at 7. whew my legs were tired. the canals and house boats were so `pretty and romantic. i started a "to do before i die" list and living in a houseboat in amsterdam was on the list as well as seeing machu picchu (sp?)

id stop off at a canal side cafe and have a heineken and a coffee.
everyone rides bikes. and fearcely. women ride side saddle on the back of their mans bike and it all seems so casual. mothers just plop their kids on the back and they hang on and appear very brave and calm.
i went for a ride on the back of max´s bike one day which was fun.
then i started using the tram which was very easy. a stop in front of maxs place and a stop right in front of els (the woman i was staying with) one day i went with her about an hour north of amsterdam to see her cottage she is working on in the country side. her carpenter was a dutch man who lives in barcelona and is almost completely self sufficient. but his wide and kids live in amsterdam so he goes back and forth.
i would love to see his little house with his vegetable gardn. which brings me to barcelona.

the first day i arrived in plaza de catalunya i was wisked off by becky to go to a lunch with her and her brothers and sisters and cousin from bolivia. a crowded, fancy place. it was the perfect introduction to barcelona i thought.
we ate an appetizer of bread with tomatoes juice on it and garlic butter. pretty tastey. everything was dark wood and white table cloths and fancy people around but loud and lively. and me lookng like a bum with my back pack and guitar.

i got asperagus. mmm.
ive been walking the streets of barcelona with the maguire family and with myself. they have a great view of this huge plaza and an arc. their apartment is very small but they have a terrace about the same size. huge. very good for sun bathing.

i will have the place to myself for the next 4 days because they are leaving ona family trip to pamplona.

i look forward to making coffee and eating fruits in the morning on the terrace and drinking wine and smoking a ciggarette at night. walking during the day. always walking. its so good to walk in a new city. meditative.


i smuggled a large joint from amsterdam to spain and last night connor becky and i smoked it and got very high. a really good high which i have not had in a while. i slept on the terrace last night in my sleeping bag with no pad and i was so happy. not unmfortable at all.

sometimes though, in dul moments when i am bored by conversation or i am just feeling quiet i think to myself "how cool would it be if all the people i truely love were here and we were all together?" on that note i will leave you.

go do something!

love dyll

sunny in amsterdam

tea and cookies on the balcony

cold beer by the canal

sun on my face

bikes bells ringing to say:

"watch the hell out"

gift purchased for wyatt

walking and watching

that beer got me

empty stomach is to blame

much love

dyll

breakfast in amsterdam

oatmeal, dried blueberries, raisins, cranberries, mangos, cream, honey.
small cup of very strong coffee.
simple pleasure.

today is wet. I like it.
gentle drizzles.
today I am still in London
today I fly to Amsterdam.
today I am wearing a really dirty shirt.
today i'm a little anxious.
I look forward to being in another
new city.
I would put pictures of london up but
I am not taking digital.
I could show you this though:



one place I may be going in the mountains yet near the coast of italy.

come on people now

this is what I want us all to do

Side note on my theory I mentioned below:

I developed this theory after walking around london and soon after read a similar theory in Even Cowgirl's Get the Blues by Tom Robbins. When I read it I was amazed and reveled in the coincidence.

here is part of the passage:

"scientists concluded that in order to perceive an object properly we have to establish some kind of pattern of movement in relation to it. Because Sissy had perceived the events of her lifetime always in relation to her pattern of constant movement, perhaps hers had been a far truer vision than many assumed"

I suppose you would have to have read the book to really know what's being said but maybe you can conclude for yourself.

till next time
later.

I have begun my long planned journey in europe.
I am currently in london.
I spend the days wandering around the streets,
reading in cafes, writing, playing guitar.
I like to pretend it is the sixties
and I am a bohemian beatnik, poet, artist who is cavorting
the streets with actors, actresses and fellow artists
trying to stir things up.
but really it's just me cavorting on my own for the most part.
i'm trying to soak everything up.
I have this theory that a person cannot form
any sort of real connection to their surrounding
environment unless they see it in motion or while walking.
So I walk.

here is a picture of some wisdom written on a chalk board in front of
the coffee shop called Munson's that I frequently sit in here in Ealing, London:



until next time live passionately

-Dyll