Well, it’s been over a week since returning from Barcelona, but I simply haven’t had time to sit down and write and so I thought that now was an opportune moment. I wanted to put into writing our meeting with the little old man. We were following one of the walking routes in Lonely Planet along the area of El Raval. Not really knowing what the sights were in the area we were walking in I saw a sign for ”hortas” (which means gardens) and so we decided no harm would be done in checking it out. As we walk over there is a closed gate and a little old man is stood outside holding a plastic bag and bucket. He was clearly leaving, and as we approached he very kindly informed us that the gate was locked. We smiled and I explained that we just wanted to take a peek and take a few photos (meaning through the gaps in the gate). I asked if we could take a photo of him with his produce (he looked like your typical old spanish man). His response was heart warming in that he promptly put down what he
Life is a journey full of weird and interesting experiences. As the years go by, what was once new and different, has become part of the ordinary and usual. And those things which once brought amazement, no longer catch my attention. So instead of letting the new and exciting fade into nothing, I want to try to capture and keep some of these moments.