Sandy Supposes....

Baile , the dance of fire

Day 4 Hola Barcelona

         Yawn, stretch... this manana's desayuno , or breakie if you prefer was a welcome cup of coffee. It and the sing -songy "buenos dias. Como estas?" served to wake me up. Sigh, hasta la Vista Madrid. Acaban de abordar el tran para Barcelona . Basically, I was leaving on a train, not a jet plane.

         I love train treks . It is so comfortable and leisurely. The European trains and their schedules are far superior to their Canadian cousins. Train travel here is not an after thought . At home, vehicles are the preferred mode of people propellers . Of course, I chatter with my blogging buddies , and try not to press my nose to the windows . There is so much to see, I'm afraid to blink.

         Three hours passes quickly. Barcelona is beckoning. I wasted no time hopping onto the double-decker bus, opting to ride al fresco. Yep, I know this pertains to outdoor dining, but you get my point. Wow! This city is a bustling, teeming sea of humanity . The colours, the smells the sounds are so vibrant . My eyes are feasting, and again I dread a blink.This place is perfect for people-watching.

         I disembark to meander and stroll. My ears are attracted to the language teasing them. Damn, everything sounds so appealing, exciting, sexy, naughty, in other words delicious. Las Ramblas is a huge outdoor market, a pedestrian mall nestled in a central tree -lined boulevard. The vendors call to me with their caressing cadence. They are so charming. The street performers are fun and intriguing. Imagine portraying a breathing statue of Galileo . I liked the Miro street art, a circular painting, a tile mosaic of vivid red, blue and yellow. Anyone up for a game of Twister ? This street for strollers and amblers is wonderful .

          ▪I checked out La Segrada Familia by Gaudi . Another beautiful basilica .The spires and stonework are incredible. Difficult to comprehend it is a work in progress , and has been since 1926. How many Spaniards does it take??

         After a day of rambling. I anticipated the eating and the dancing. Bonus..
I could stuff my face, and then burn the clingy calories . WakeUpAndLive️~🚬🚭2024 💙 Carly SB Musing Apondia and {suser:Winnie We Got This!} salieron a bailar despues de la cena . Okay, okay...dancing after supper. I researched the flamenco...it's name may have been derived from fie and flame.It is a traditional song and dance of the Andalusian gypsies. Originally, it was not set to music. It was called "toque de palmas. " Huh, if I put this toque on my head, the locals would call me loco, because here it is a guitar. Flamenco requires palmas or hand clapping and pitos or finger snapping. I think I could handle that!

         Esmeralda, our instructor wore a black bolero, a Zorro-style hat. Her dancing, was so impassioned, dramatic, controlled, and deliberate. Her arms displayed regal flair. Her stomping feet were a blur, and her fingers clashed those castanets.

         Oh, I was willing to flamenco, but I was under -dressed in shorts and a t-shirt. Alas, I did not have a skirt or dress, an el estido, to flaunt, flap, flounce, swish, sashay, snap, swirl, or twirl. The dress is part of the performance. SB Musing dared me to snatch a red tablecloth from our table, and knot it around my waist. I never ignore a dare! I stomped and waved my expressive arms with flair. Ole!!

         This dias was delectable and delicious. My arms might find holding a pencil, or lapiz a wee bit daunting tonight. Maybe I can scribble my journal entry with my toes.....Buenos noches amigos!