Yesterday, I slept for 12 hours straight. I did not stir when my dog did his usual "Wake up! Wake up!" dance on the mattress. I was totally zonked. And I'll tell you why-- I need to slow down. My body is telling me to take it easy. It's hit me with a wave of lethargy and endless green snot production that I am not proud of. I cannot type out notes for my study group because my fingers were aching. My whole body was aching. My throat felt like it was on fire. I've been doing too much these days-- working, studying, wedding planning. And I only just realised, it's been almost a month since I've written anything on this blog. Anything. I sometimes have this fear that one day, I will neglect this favourite haunt of mine because growing up has caught up with me. Not that one cannot write as an adult, but more so the fact that being an adult well into their late twenties has kind of brought with it the dreaded responsibilities and the social expectations in meeting certain rites of passages, like getting married, buying a house, having kids, raising kids etc. How is anyone inspired to write if they've got 10 other million things to do?
So once in a while, your body breaks down. And it forces you to think, Right, that's it. I'm going to bed with a book and a nice cup of tea. Or, Right, stuff this exam shit. I'm going to re-live Barcelona once more.
You know why I like Barcelona? Cuz they sell happy pills! :)
Cafe bonbon-- espresso with a shot of condensed milk.
Mr. Policeman and his mutt Attila patrolling the Gothic Quarter.
The start of the Modernistic trail.
Budding street Picassonians.
An afternoon tea of churros amb xocolata, some tart with caramelised nuts, and possibly the best cafe bonbon in town.
My new-found friend at one of the markets.
We toured Camp Nou!!!
With one of my favourite footballers. Talent can be photoshopped.