Wednesday, 21 April 2010

Postcards from my travels : 2. San Sebastian





In San Sebastian we drink soft café con leche, admire sharp mountain landscapes, eat stewed red beans served with slow cooked cabbage and tiny pickled thin green chillis, play in parks with gentle carpeted floors, drink rough red wine, feel the heat, ignore keen drops on the winding roads, peer through the yellow beehived glass in our appartement's sliding door, eat a hundred second breakfasts of tender croissants standing at the bakery's wooden sculpted bar, feel exhausted, try to sit, walk through chic shops, spot Spanish fringes, bluntly beautiful, have a morning off the children, sit in the rustling comfort of a Reading Room in a Spanish public library, surrounded by old men, turning pages, browse articles in art reviews about John Cage and the Anarchy of Silence, relish in small bits of thinking time, fall into the colours of Stephen Dean, buy five litres of olive oil and a big blue sunhat, discover Spanish charity shops with my eldest daughter, search, look at the elegant remains of a Basque Palace, green seed packets and admire the smell of hanging laundry inside the internal courtyard.

3 comments:

Kruse said...

Sounds wonderful!

lasuza said...

Thanks Kruse, it was lovely. I just got to finish a post of the last postcard of our travels which was in the Forest. I feel so recharged from this journey. By the way, I really love the work you're doing at the moment, it's inspiring.

cynthia newberry martin said...

oh, the smell of hanging laundry...