Friday, October 28, 2022
Backpack sketches
Just a few more days and my very private spaceship will take off for Amsterdam, file minuten of flying time, or maybe it was that Flix bus 20 boring hours De Regreso...
Thursday, October 27, 2022
Backpack sketches
A quick sketch in a bar while having a drink with two young ladies from India I share the dormitory with back at the Sun And Moon hostal here in Barcelona..beer for the ladies and Coffee for me...
The end of my self chosen exile from Amsterdam is drawing near, three days left of endless Barcelona city walk
before my return back to my beloved Amsterdam...
Me duelen cada dia un poco mas mis pobres pies, my feet start to hurt more evers day.
Monday, October 24, 2022
Saturday, October 22, 2022
Thursday, October 20, 2022
Wednesday, October 19, 2022
Tuesday, October 18, 2022
Monday, October 17, 2022
Sunday, October 16, 2022
Saturday, October 15, 2022
Friday, October 14, 2022
Thursday, October 13, 2022
Wednesday, October 12, 2022
Tuesday, October 11, 2022
Monday, October 10, 2022
Backpack sketches
Still running around Barcelona all day, enjoying my walks, my occasional Cafe Con Leche in obscure dank and dark bars in Los Barrios Bajos where the clientele eyes me suspiciously but without malicious intent.
My late teenage years in this liberal city, the start of my early backpack years are all around me, coming back to me in my dreams Recuerdos, Recuerdos from days past...
Sunday, October 9, 2022
Saturday, October 8, 2022
Friday, October 7, 2022
Thursday, October 6, 2022
Wednesday, October 5, 2022
Tuesday, October 4, 2022
Monday, October 3, 2022
Backpack sketches
Sunday, October 2, 2022
Backpack sketches
I draw Barcelona the way I remember it from my endless and, maybe, useless long walks through that magnificent city, from when I was young and adventurous, or maybe just plain stupid, working for a while for a cheap hostal and learning my first spanish frases, words and idiom, a study that never really stopped, a love for the latin way of life, returning many times either by train or bus, by plane, and a few times by a simple two wheel bicycle, all under my own steam and the power of my legs...
Today, after a two and a half year break of being frequently on the road, due to corona related crap, I have decided to dust off my worn backpack, fill it with dirty laundry, a tooth brush and blunt razor, my books and pens, crayons, markers and water colors and my old Lonely Planet Spain on a shoestring Holy Travel Bible....
Hit the road again....on the way to Barcelona by overnight Flix bus...on my way to nowhere...