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escape to Sitges

Barcelona is hot, too hot.
My neighbourhood has been throbbing with fiesta during a whole week.
Amazing for those who visit- not so great for those of us who live here.
Live music all night, drunken screams and brawls, stink of urine and no way of getting to the metro on time.
Crowds, sweat, alcohol and noise.
I woke up this morning with the thought: I need to escape this Barcelona-bubble!
So I did- I went to Sitges.
No expectations, really; I know it's a touristy place and all that, but I wanted to see it.
And it was refreshing to get out of the bubble and to a beach that is not artificial (yes..unfortunately..the bubble-beach is artificial!)
I wasn't at all impressed, nor was I disgusted.
I was in a new place, observing the energy of it, observing my reactions and thoughts to it.
The thoughts were these:
"It has the feeling of Brighton!"
"Oh my god, I didn't realise it was so GAY! I feel like i'm in Soho, London!"
"Hmm, some of the streets are really so cute with the whitewashed buildnings; it reminds me of the south of Spain!"
Funny, that, I thought.
The mind always wants to compare and refer to already experienced places.
It wants to analyse, refer, compare.
Why can I not just stay open to the fact that this is Sitges- it's own place?
It bores me sometimes being an adult.
But unfortunately, this is the mind, and I am just the observer.
I know I've done it before.
I remember arriving in Sri Lanka, going up a hill with a motorbike, and saying "this reminds me of Bali"!
Always re-connecting somehow.
And I get bored of myself for doing it.
It would be so much nicer to be like a child- everything new, everything possible.
But it seems to get harder the older I get.
I am getting kinda cynical.
I bore myself when I observe my mind's constant circles of repetition.
If the mind could just shut up and get out of the way, I could enjoy the moment better.
It's a constant work, working with this mind.
Never stops chatting its shit.
"Nothing new under the sun", I thought.
"I've seen it all before", I thought.
Yes, I've seen it all before. Houses, beautiful coastline, Spain, all of it.
I get bored, actually.
I think this is why my mind keeps telling me it knows this stuff.
I guess I'm growing out of a phase and into another one, where different things start to matter.
I miss the people I love. I'd rather spend my Sunday with those people, than discovering new places. (yikes. I am definitely changing.)

But then I had the biggest surprise of the day, which kind of turned my negative mind-spiral into a fluffy moment of admiration:
I went into a busy, traditional bar full of people, and ordered what I always considered one of my favourite drinks in Spain: Tinto de Verano. (red wine, ice, Fanta Limón, ice = blended = lovely!

And it was placed in front of me, looking like this.
I could not stop admiring the fine line balancing the Fanta and the red wine, slowly moving like a wave, staying separated like oil and water. After each sip it made a gorgeous dance all around the circle of the glass and I felt as if I was a kid observing the clouds fly by in the sky.
Wonderful. I felt new.
And I realised, that's it's in the small things.
That's where IT is. In the details.


  1. I remember Vidya telling us something like Yoga is a way to deal with the mind (if she's reading this, I would welcome a correction or better paraphrasing). And then she seemed to stop there. I suspected it was because that brings it to another level (trans-asana) and yet doesn't scare people too much. And I thought, well yeah, but it's so much more than that. But yes it IS that too. Your posting here makes me realize (quick aside: it pains me, but I must spell American, stupid zed!) that an essential phase of that Yoga of coping with the mind is dealing with the adult mind, and it's amazing how exasperating that is. BUT!... Isn't the beauty of it that we can use boredom and exasperation to perhaps get to a new level in the game? You observe your boredom and your inexorable comparisons, something not available to the child mind. That is so cool, though painful! In fact I'm much more excited by this exasperation than I am by your neat realization at the end re details. Maybe the process of exasperation with the mindgames is analogous to a snake shedding its skin? Could it be? I don't exclusively mean in a spiritual sense either. Your adult mind helped you see that maybe travel isn't the ultimate answer to your restlessness. And just to be clear I don't mean to belittle the epiphany about the Tinto de Verano, either. That's just as real, to understand that the adult mind can also delight in the moment. But my money's on the exasperation!

  2. hey dude, i have goosebumps all over despite the stifling heat we are experiencing in bcn at this moment. thank you man!
    yes, maybe there is somehting beyond..or maybe not. maybe there is just emptiness...i guess that i have to admit that the big B-dude was right. nothing, empty... after all the discovering, searching, looking.. there is actually... NADA.
    :) big hug


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