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In our sixties, with apparently no other authentic option, my husband Don and I sold our car and apartment, sold or gave away all our stuff, and set off to discover the world. And ourselves. We started in Italy in 2011 and from there have travelled to Spain, India, Bali, etc. - you can see the blog archive. We will continue travelling until it's time to stop - if that time ever comes. So far it suits us very well. We are interested in how the world works, how life works, how the creation of experience works, how the mind works. As we travel and both "choose" our course, and at the same time just let it unfold, we discover the "mechanics" of life, the astounding creativity of life, and a continual need to return to trust and presence. Opening the heart, and acceptance of what is, as it is, are keystones for us both.

Wednesday, December 14, 2011

Barcelona re-visited, Paris, and Vancouver re-entry


We began the three-day drive from Nerja back to Barcelona on November 30. We stayed in the same towns and same hotels as we did on the drive down, Aguilas and Gandia. Both very lovely. This time in Aguilas we climbed up to the castle on the hill, and found this on the way up:





Our arrival back in Barcelona almost didn’t happen. We nearly drove to France instead! Well not really, but we had driven quite a way north of our required exit before we realized we’d missed it. I was looking at the map very carefully. I saw the highway exit A2 and said to Don, “no don’t take that, we want AP2”, so on we drove, further and further north. The difference between A2 and AP2 is that AP2 is a new toll road and the map showed it having a direct connection to the road we wanted for re-entering the Barcelona suburbs. According to the map A2 still exists parallel to AP2. Aaaaahhh. Not so, we discovered. The hard way. A2 becomes AP2.

Eventually, (we’re in rush hour traffic during all this) I spot a sign indicating a U-turn opportunity on the freeway, so we turn around and phone Liz who puts us onto her son who guides us in. Don said it felt like he was one of those WWII bomber pilots being guided in for landing :). And what do you know. When you’re approaching Barcelona from the other direction there’s signs all over the place indicating the exit to AP2.

We got in late afternoon, dropped our bags and, with Liz, headed into the city to see the Christmas lights – simply stunning. They know Christmas lights in Barcelona! – and to find a nice place for dinner. Divine crepes!

Barcelona Christmas lights! (And yes I did stand in the middle of the street to get some of these shots).













Through the bus window





The next day was a crazy whirlwind. We had only one day, and a list! We wanted to ride the Teleferico (a kind of cable car with glass-sided cabins) that takes you for a ride from Montjuic out over the harbor) and we wanted to go to Parc Guell (where there’s more of Gaudi’s creative extravagance), and, if time, we wanted to go to the Miro Museum. Well we did all that and rode the funicular up Montjuic, rode the aerial gondola around Montjuic, walked down to the Miro for a tea break and a quick stroll through the museum. Then we rode the Teleferico down to Barcelona's harbour and port, walked around the old quarter there where the fishermen lived, walked along by the port and beach quite a way, went back to the old quarter for a fabulous lunch, then got the bus to Parc Guell, then home for the evening to collapse, and pack for leaving the next day. Phew! A fabulous day!

View from the gondola





On Montjuic





Views from the Teleferico













Port old quarter













Along the waterfront













Parc Guell
























The next day we travelled by train to Paris arriving late(ish) in a downpour. We’d thought of walking to our hotel, but the weather made that decision for us and we got a cab. Thank God, because even having studied the map we never would have found it.

We had just the one day in Paris, and the rain had stopped, but we weren’t inspired to do any sightseeing since we’d spent 3 weeks there fairly recently. So first we oriented ourselves re our hotel and the nearest Metro, and then we walked. Don wanted to find Shakespeare & Co, the oldest English language bookstore in Paris, so we walked there (about an hour or so I think) and found lots of sights along the way anyway.

























That evening we went out for dinner with some long time family friends. We hadn't seen each other for several years so it was great to catch up. And the next day we flew back to Vancouver………….

We didn’t want to leave Nerja, it was so perfect. But not only that, I stopped sleeping the last 2 nights in Barcelona and the 2 nights in Paris. I finally figured out what it was about. I knew the return to Vancouver would be busy, and with no place to settle: one night in the guest suite in Magnolia Gate (where we used to live), then 8 nights house-sitting for a friend, then 6 nights back in the guest suite, then 2 nights at my sister’s place in Montreal, then 7 nights in a cottage in St Adele, then 4 nights in a hotel in Montreal, then 2 nights in the guest suite, then 4 nights down on Whidbey Island with a bunch of friends for our semi annual Long Dance, and then 3 or 4 nights back at the guest suite. Then fly to India. It’s crazy. And in the middle of all that moving we have to sort out visas and flights for India and Bali, a hotel in Montreal, our income taxes so we can get them done without actually being in Canada next April, doctors, dentists and haircut appointments, months of mail to read, shop for the India trip, and pack and repack for each of those separate trips – 20 below for Montreal, and 30 above for India/Bali.

What I finally realized was that I believed there’s no place to rest, and it was eating me up, especially because I was not in touch with the feelings, so it was showing up as not sleeping well. Every time we’ve gone away on extended trips there was home to come home to. We could just stop. Put everything away in its rightful place. Get all the laundry done. Have everything neat and organized again. And just stop. This time there’s no stopping. At least not externally. This time there’s no home to come home to. No place to just be. No place to take a breath. No home. When I finally realized what it was all about the tears and fears came to the surface. I let the storm roll in and roll by. Stopping can no longer be about what’s happening externally. It has to be internal. I have to trust. Trust the moment. Trust that all that needs to be done will be done. Trust presence. Let go into each moment. And be stopped. In each moment. I have no idea if I can do this or not, but I know there is no longer any external place for me to do it, or to help me do it, so I have to find some other way. I have to embrace the feeling of being at home wherever I am, even if it is only for a day. I have to find that feeling of being at home in myself, in spite of the busyness and constant moving. And whatever I feel, it’s not personal, and things only become problematic when I think it is.

All of our time in Europe feels like a miracle. We chose what we wanted, it arose, magnificently, and then it fell away and was done. Miraculous. What a huge gift life is.

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2 Comments:

Anonymous Gail Behrend said...

Dear Alison and Don,

I have been reading your posts with delight. Your photos are fabulous, Alison - and I can see they are getting even better with all the practice you are getting. And I love the posts - especially those where one you shares your feelings and internal experience as you live the life you've always dreamed of. It makes it so much more real and personal to those of use who are accompanying you vicariously.

Good luck with all the planning as you prepare for India!
Wishing you both a wonderful Christmas and an amazing 2012! I can't wait to hear the next installment of your adventures!

Love and many blessings,
Gail

December 17, 2011 at 10:49 PM  
Blogger Alison said...

Hi Gail

Thank you for your kind and encouraging words. We hope/plan that the sharing of the internal experience will evolve as time goes on.

Hope you have a wonderful holiday season, and an amazing 2012 for you too!

Much love
Alison and Don

December 18, 2011 at 12:36 PM  

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