July 1st, 2007


Barcelona Zero

Okay, it's really our first day in Barcelona, but it still feels like yesterday to me. Not that I think I'm in New York. I know I'm in a country where I can't speak the language beyond the niceties of "Please" and "Thank you" and "Where is the ladies room?" Also, the food is wonderfully different from anything I would have eaten for breakfast and lunch at home. Even as I type, Ellen's in the food hall of El Corte Ingles in the Place Catalunya , buying cunning little soups and yogurts for when she wakes up ravenous at 4 in the morning. But I haven't slept much since we took off, and I've got that strange, disconnected, floaty, I'm an extra in someone's film and I don't know the script feeling that jet lag gives me.

Which you can probably already tell from the non-linear quality of this narrative.

The big thing we did today (apart from procure breakfast at 8 in the morning in a city that doesn't really wake up until 10, at least not on Sundays) was go see Park Guell. There is a history and there are dates, but since we don't have a guide book, I don't know the facts. What I do know is that Gaudi designed it and that it's unfinished. Which can be said of many places in Barcelona. I also know that it is splendid and playful and parts of it are kind of unsettling and I love it a lot.

At this point, I shall take pity on you and hide the balance of myCollapse )

The plan now is to eat at 10, retire at 12, then get up at 9 so we can be more or less human by 10, when we're giving an interview, set up by Ellen's Spanish publisher (and mine, too, because he's publishing The Fall of the Kings this summer). I'll let you know how it goes.