A perfect travel (destination) in an imperfect world (situation)…
Happy new year! I had meant to publish this post in January 2021 but as with my many drafts, I didn’t manage to complete it in time! So now, I am trying so hard to complete this before 2022 busy season kicks in.
Anytime soon, I will be planning for our trip to Barcelona this coming April, and yet I haven’t blogged about my first trip to that city in August 2013 (yes, almost 4 years ago to date of writing!). So I thought I’d write about my first time to set foot in Barcelona before my comeback.
Spring of 2014. In the midst of a very busy audit engagement. It was a temporary escape. Went far up north, in another kingdom. I’d like to call it Kingdom. I thought it sounds so cool. Scotland!—farther, in the Scottish highlands! When I think about Scotland, I used to imagine camping—with the soft earth as my bed, the canopy of stars my roof and the chirping of the birds my lullaby at night and my alarm in the early morning. That’s how I imagined my Scotland visit would be.
…And she saw the photographs getting dull and blurry; it’s as if they needed masking and filtering, every time. And then this happens—what’s displayed is not a pure reflection of what’s going on inside of her. She wonders what went wrong though—is it because of her subject or is it because of her natural way of reacting to her subject’s obscurity? Maybe the perspectives are getting old and boring, who knows? She’s feeling so uninspired; she’s feeling so unable… I think she hates the feeling of being ignored or being pushed away; and that’s her way of striking back. But part of her actually wants to just disappear and go dead; hoping she would be found again and be brought back to (a new) life, and hoping that her shutter would be clicked again… She’s waiting. She’s waiting for a new way of seeing things—of a new and infinite perspective.
I feel for her,
I feel for Candice…
…So we found a perfect spot in one of the corners; we were against the wall, and tall people were in front of us, which turned out to be effective shields against the flying tomatoes! :p And then we heard the sound. We saw the trucks pass by. And then there were tomatoes flying from all over the place, the rain adding to the excitement.
The fight lasted for an hour, and then all I saw was red–bloody red. I loved it, although the smell of too many mashed tomatoes was kind of awful. I love red. And then O-Tough’s battery went dead.