Every day during lockdown, I take a walk up to the ridge. Some days I go early, after breakfast, and on those days the walk usually turns into a run, as I try to fit in a quick 5k before it gets too warm. Other days, I go in the afternoon, when the sun is high in sky, for some of that all-important …
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End of Season Report
For most people, summer ended months ago. But Barcelona only has two seasons: summer, in which the decision-making process about what to wear takes less than a minute; and winter, wherein you essentially have to put on every item of clothing you own. The change happens almost overnight, but mentally …
Speculations and other developments
Writing Let’s get this one out of the way first. I came here to write, and written I have. It’s actually been pretty easy. A piece of piss, in fact. All you have to do, see, is put one word after the other. If you keep doing that, for ages, you’ll have lots of sentences, and those sentences will …
Festa Major // Major Bummer
It’s almost 3AM on a Tuesday morning and I am wide awake. For the last four nights, I have tried in vain to shut out the noise that rises up from the streets below—the amplified sounds of not one, but two different bands, each playing a strain of rock music I might once have told myself I enjoy. Not …
Running // Acclimatising
About a week before I flew out, I decided to sign up for the Cursa de la Mercè—a 10k run that forms part of the annual festival held here in honour of the Patron Saint of Barcelona. (More on this later in the month.) I got back into running about a month ago after a long break, and though I …