Someone felt a tad inadequate...

I sat in front of the giant penis for 10 minutes, wondering what the fuck do I do, where the fuck do I go? I asked myself, how did I get here? Actually, no I didn't really ask myself that. Stop Making Sense popped into my head and I thought it flowed nicely.

But my inertia below the ridiculously large phallic building known as the Mirador Torre Glòries had to be dealt with, hopefully with kindness. I tend to be quite harsh with myself, much harsher than I am with others. For those close to me, who have experienced some of my less kind, less charitable moments, you can perhaps imagine then, the chaos up there.

So my most charitable rendering of this situation is, whatever...it happens. Too much travelling recently, too much moving around, jetlag, no coffee for 2 days, and adjusting to having no plan at all in Barcelona except to hang out with my old friend from México, Carlos and his partner Barbara. Having no plan for a visit to one of the greatest big cities might seem a bit crazy but this is my fourth time here so I thought I'd just go with the flow. Hang out with my friends, see what they were doing and fill in the blanks where necessary. Carlos told me about a big new park that was pretty cool, and it was right beside the Mirador Torre Glòries and El Museo del Diseño de Barcelona (DHUB) so that's where I went. The park was quite nice - lots of places to sit or lie down, but it could use more grassy areas. It did have an amazing metro stop too (see picture with cacti)

After walking around the park, I kind of wanted to go to the Mirador (lookout) at the top of the Torre Glòries but wasn't totally committed to it and that's how I found myself sitting below the giant penis partially frozen with indecision. Still having the soul of a CAB (Cheap Ass Backpacker) the entry price of 22 euros finally tipped the scale to no. I wandered next door to DHUB, had an espresso in the cafe inside (would have preferred an americano but totally forgot that here, un solo means an espresso...d'oh!) and waited for my prefrontal cortex to do its thing. I'm not sure it was fully engaged, but enough for me to go get a ticket and start my DHUB experience. I'm so glad I did go because it was a surprisingly good time. And somehow, instead of the 6 euros the sign noted, it was free. Whoop Whoop! I'm back in the park now, chilling in one of the lounge chairs planning/ not planning my next move😁Read more