Category: Travel
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Wind
The last few days have been getting a sort of autumn wind – with the windows open, you can hear the gustiness; it is a beautiful underlay to the day. Somehow a fresher, more sensual, more natural sound through the windows than the usual (though I live in a quiet neighborhood, not quite close enough…
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Flashes
A long day, with flashes of light in it, crossing before and after the full moon. Analysis, this time in Manchester, which means going to the train station early, realized I hadn't bought a ticket in advance, bought one fast at the machine, got going, arrived, we talked about dreams… But the day did have…
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Hotel, party, graveyard
In Küsnacht, at the end of the second of three endlessly busy weeks studying at the Jung-Institut. Sixty-five pages of typed, single-spaced notes (I am not obsessive-compulsive, and can prove it with a handy alphabetized chart); three or four trips, some great meals and some ludicrously bad ones, a vast array of lectures, seminars and…
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Midnight
In my small hotel room at the top of a guest house in Küsnacht, on Sunday night; the nearby church bell has just struck twelve. Studying again at the Jung-Institut – busy, exciting, sometimes embarrassing or ridiculous, often wonderful – did I really take thirty-six pages of notes for a week's seminars? Single-spaced, mind you.…
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Year’s end
And so as the year winds down, so does my time here in Sitges. Some wandering around today, dinner with Chris tonight, perhaps wandering around to see what festivities are happening for New Year's Eve in this beach town; then tomorrow at midday a taxi comes, I go to the airport, and come home. I…
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Encounters
The gentle elderly painter from Sunday's party, the one I talked to for a while about strokes (and who called me a 'boy'), was standing in front of a shop window in the street in Sitges yesterday. He looked tired, hesitant and sad, his hair uncombed – though he was wearing a shiny new jacket,…
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Party
On Sunday, before Susan and Rob left, we all went to a party in a nearby hamlet (not big enough to be a small town). Expatriate Brits, lots of art and artists, two dogs and only one child. We had expected (dreaded) something possibly pretty deadly – this party was given by friends of Chris,…
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Between holidays
After Christmas, before New Year's, and even more importantly before Epiphany, which is really the big gift-giving holiday here in Catalonia. I'm afraid I'm a bit exhausted by the food, the wine, the sheer goose fat (that's not a metaphor, I mean that literally) of the past four days; it's been seriously impressive and well-done,…
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Amusements
A truly fun Christmas day dinner: a very large goose managed by Susan and Rob, Chris' special slightly-roasted saffron rice, an unexpected slightly spicy yellow pepper soup from Dennis, plus a mushy but tasty pecan pie. I'd bought small gifts for all, just because I thought they should have something to open, and was lucky…
Paul Attinello 