Paul Attinello

Category: Travel

  • The beach in winter

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    I have come to Sitges, the beach town near Barcelona, yet again – though never quite so far out of season, for Christmas and the New Year. It is too cold, the room is too cold or hot, streets quiet… but I'm glad I'm here: a change is as good, etc. Susan and Rob are…

  • Hot / James & time / Dollhouse / Göteborg

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    It is actually almost hot out: in the low seventies (Fahrenheit – even after living in Centigrade countries for more than twelve years now, I just cannot think in Centigrade, in spite of its logic). In California, of course, it would be merely a normal day out of, say, eight months of the year in…

  • After Küsnacht

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    So: I am back from a week in Küsnacht, a posh southern suburb of Zürich right on the Zürichsee (where, as it happens, Tina Turner lives – and no, I didn't see her), where I studied at the Jung-Institut for a week… It was good; some of it was great. And yes, I'd like to…

  • Einpacken

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    As I finish packing, many thoughts and images cross through my mind, past and future. And one from the present: dismayed horror at my clothes – do I really look that shabby, that dull? But I suppose I haven't much liked the way I dress, or the way I look, for about six years –…

  • Far away and horrible

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    My colleague and friend David flew yesterday to India on a three-week trip which includes an extensive stay in Mumbai – fortunate that he'll stop in Delhi on his way, before he goes near the chaos, the shooting, the bombs. I assume he will change his plans – or perhaps have them changed for him…

  • Spaces

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    So: somewhere between Newcastle, London, Philadelphia, Washington, New York and Nashville; somewhere among the planes, trains and cars, and between various family members and old friends; and somewhere among a 'historic' election (but aren't they all historic?) and my luggage getting lost for a day and a half, and my credit card falling afoul of…

  • Off, off, off… we are off

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    Leaving early tomorrow: two days with my brother and brother-in-law in Washington, a day with my sister's family in New York, back to Washington, then to a conference in Nashville. Apologies for the relative brief and sparse blogging lately: my writing mind has needed to work on other things. Perhaps I'll have intermittent Internet while…

  • Sitges: Fragments

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    Salou Monday, I spent the day taking trains to see Dennis in Salou (not, as it happens, Salo – the subject of the infamous Pasolini film, which Goffredo always wants to tease me to see again – that’s on Lake Como in Italy). A not unpleasant visit to another, larger, more crowded beach city, with…

  • Sitges: Art

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    It turns out I have Internet access here – probably from some neighbor who hasn’t put a password on their system. I had various minor anxieties about coming here: will it be too commercial, too self-conscious, too artificial? Will I have the unhappy experiences I’ve had in the past, even though they are always mixed…

  • Away, away

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    Off to Sitges for a week. Have fussed about whether this is really where I should be traveling, what I need, what effect it is supposed to have: what would make me happy(ier), what would get me back to work, what would refresh me? Anyway, this is what it is. So: see you later alligator….