Life, and Other Absurdities.

We came out of the alley into the Port Olympia, signaling the end of La Rambla, and finally, there it was. Sun. Heat. Ocean. Within minutes we were doing like the Spanish around us and dropping to the floorboards, reclining our heads against the wood and soaking in the sun. The Spanish chatter and the gentle lapping of waves below eased into a soothing rhythm, lulling us gradually to sleep. During my mini siesta I forgot my surroundings and awoke overjoyed and surprised to feel the sunshine beating down, to see it glistening off the aquamarine placid ocean, to smell the seawater and hear the gulls circling overhead. "Oh, Barcelona! " I thought. "We meet at last."