Barcelona

Last night I went to the bar/cafe and sat in a booth with my girlfriend from Barcelona and two other women who spoke Castillian. A man was standing near our booth, and my friend said to the woman next to her, "Invite him to sit." There was free form classical music...musicians hauling heavy stringed instruments arriving every ten minutes, and the music was clever. I kept tuning in to what the violins were doing, tuning out the conversation. The man introduced himself, and we spoke quietly. I have been thinking and training myself to feel comfortable with gentle chemical wave patterns--you know, not the roller coaster--the OTHER neural pathway. The one that lacks peaks but also lacks valleys. The music carried me, and having no particular destination was also freeing.