Friday, January 31, 2020

Highway A2 to Barcelona

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Christopher and Nico Standing on a wall on the Shores of the Mediterranean Sea in Barcelona, Spain. January 5, 2020.
Blake is still too little to do much more than hitch a ride.



January 31, 2020


On the A2 highway in Spain. I travel with my family across the road from Madrid to Barcelona.  I am in awe of the countryside as I lay my eyes on land that I have never seen before. It’s as if I’m reborn and seeing a world that, no pun intended, is foreign to me.

The scenery is of wide swaths of land, littered with mountains and cliffs. Clouds lay thick in the valley, while we travel above it as if we were in an airplane at 36,000 feet.  My mind wanders about.  I think to myself as my family conversation is like controlled chaos while they discuss things like music, games or activities.  But I can block it all out and imagine the history that could be told to me about the land that surrounds me.

I’m so lucky to be here. A trip for the ages for my family and I. This trip allows us to forget about our life in America, for a little while.

The sun begins its final push for the horizon and the day silently comes to a close as the dark sets in. The sky is a magnificent blue and orange. The mountaintops are a beautiful purple haze. In this moment, I’m lucky to be alive.

We made our way into Barcelona.  After we paid our toll it was too dark to tell where I was based on the scenery. Really, I could have been anywhere. There wasn’t much difference from the Port of Barcelona to the Port of Miami. Until daylight changed all that.

My eyes opened up the next morning in a town called Sant Adrià de Besòs. And I eagerly got out of bed. The church bells tolled on the hour, every hour, a memory I’ll never forget.  I made my way to the Port of Barcelona once again.  Only this time in the daytime.

I parked our car at Plaça del Mar and made our way topside to see the beach. I could barely contain my excitement to see another body of ocean other than the Atlantic and Pacific.  As we reached the sand before the great sea I stopped and stared before I moved forward again.  My whole grade school and middle school life, I have seen the name Mediterranean Sea on the map and yet I never thought I’d see it in my life time. But yet, here it was before me.  Damn, I needed to think bigger when I was a kid.

I slipped of my shoes, r
emoved my socks, rolled up my pants and headed to the sea.  I wanted to say to people, and write in a blog, that I touched the waters of the Mediterranean Sea.  I felt very brave. Even more brave then the young woman who decided to skinny dip in the 32-degree water, 100 yards to my right.

This experience was just a peek into what would be a long adventure into a culture and country that was new to me.  Spain was offering everything to me in this one moment.  A dream from a map to reality.  So far Barcelona and Spain is as beautiful as that sun setting sky that I marveled at during my drive to Barcelona on highway A2.  From highway to ocean.  What a dream. 



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Captain Imperfecto enjoying the Mediterranean Sea with excellent company. January 5, 2019

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