Bright and Sunny

This post may seem cruel to some of you weathering the brutal Chicago winter. I'd rather it give you hope for sunnier days to come.

Today was a gorgeous, sunny day here in Barcelona. There wasn't a cloud in the sky. It was about 57 degrees (fahrenheit, of course). Did I mention that the sun was almost blinding? It was great. I took the opportunity to walk down to the Parc de la Ciutadella, one of the few city parks with more than just a bit of scrub brush, some dirt and benches. You'll notice in this photo that many of the trees have no leaves and that there is a tall palm tree in the background. It's the Barcelona way. Reality next to something completely out of place, but pretty. The park was mostly inhabited by small children running and screaming. I found a bench, put on the sunglasses, and soaked up the vitamin D. Lovely. I did some reading also. I've recently started reading Lady Chatterley's Lover. It's one of those books people talk about often enough, but that I've never read because I'm too busy reading about Spanish women in journalism. So far, I like it and have found that it's not as lascivious (by this century's standards) as some of the comments I've heard uttered about it. In any case, my visit to the park was followed by a stroll through the Raval, Barcelona's equivalent to Wicker Park (pre-gentrification), and a late lunch at a cafe. It was a good day.