Barcelona.
Most unlikely couple: Walking hand in hand. He was wearing a shirt that said "I cut Scalps Off" She was wearing a shirt that said "Everyone needs Music"...
We got hopelessly lost and had to be transferred by airport security back through the point of no return to retrieve our luggage. The cause of the whole ordeal: the crocodile hunter, of course. I was telling Rebecca that he had passed on, (and she didn't believe me) and recounting how I found out whilst we were walking through the secure exit without our suitcases. In short: Two type Bs don't make a Type A.
Walking through downtown Barcelona at night I thought I had unwittingly stumbled upon the red light district. I saw a building with neon lights in the shape of legs flashing all over. Upon closer inspection, though, I found them to be not legs of exotic dancers, but rather, legs of ham. Sexy Ham. It was a carniceria. Butcher shop. The Spaniards do love their ham though...
New laws for tourists prohibit the entrance of robotic poodles in public parks. Finally, a law I can get on board with.
And here's the bottom line:
In the midst of so much ridiculous (which does make life and travels rather delightful)
I have seen beauty.
Madrid and Barcelona are the most diverse cities. Everyone from everywhere. The languages swirled around me, the faces all so different. We walked el paseo maritimo and parc guille together, myself with all these strangers. You can see the Creator in the creation. Whether it was watching the sun dip into the Mediterranean sea or being shoved into a cattle-car like subway, He can be seen.
And the next life step for me is a very exciting one. I almost always stumble into these things and find that God was leading me unaware the whole time. The dream is more reality every day.
I might need another cafe americano.
Comforting.
3 years ago
