The Creation of Men

It´s official I´ve started playing Christmas music. Pentatonix Vince Guaraldi Trio Rat Pack Soon I´ll break out the Country Christmas albums but my heart can only take so much at one time. Words are hard to find as I feel I have nothing to say. Life has become the same ol, same ol I walk around Barcelona likes it's home to me because to me, it is home. This weekend I was in Madrid but nothing seemed odd about that. Of course I found myself in a major European city because...because... Because this life has become all too normal to me. Words still escape me I miss home I miss my families and the feelings of warmth that only home can provide I desire to be with my family this week for more reasons than one and for one reason in particular  Yet here is where I find myself Here home has provided me with new feelings of love which I greatly admire but I´ve recognized as temporary since I got here.  What then is left to say when the temporal...

The loss of words comes all too soon as I think of what to say in this blog. Time after time I am blessed to hear such wonderful compliments from you all as I do my best to write about my time here. And then a terrorist attack happens. And my mind doesn't know where to go. Questions get lost in themselves while words seek to be found. How am I supposed to think about anything else? Am I supposed to write at all? What am I supposed to do or say or think or believe? How am I supposed to tell you about my week or the lessons learned when so many people have died?  Who am I to speak about this matter at all? What gives me the right to comment on such a horrific event? This morning, I attempted to tell my host mother why I was feeling so sad. Yet before I could find the word for "attack" in Spanish, the feeling of sadness escaped me as I felt a sudden rush of embarrassment for not knowing Spanish in the first place.  The Absurd World presents itself when the ...

This weekend came and went just like this semester is coming and going. I’m forced to look back at my time and ask where it all went. What happened to all those moments?  Hopefully, I documented them.  I want to be able to relive each and every one for years to come. This post should have echoes of happiness and joy because I promise you that I am happy and joyful. But this life is coming to an end which leaves me with feelings of melancholy. Not in a remorseful sense, but rather in a contemplative sense. Moments in time come and go all too quickly. The optimist inside of me looks to the month that is still to come. The pessimist inside of me looks back to the months that are over and done with.  The realist inside of me accepts that time continually passes and nothing can change that. Yet I want to.  I keep finding myself trying to stop time, if only for a second. Enough time to take a deeper breath And to enjoy the sun a little bit ...

The alarm goes off but that’s not a surprise. The sun rose long before then. My bottle of two-in-one is a welcomed ally in the narrow corridor of the shower. The sound of fresh squeezed orange juice meets me as I step out into the steam. Choosing what to wear was limited by my packed suitcase two months ago but I’m not complaining. Ninos, desayunos Sweet words from a sweeter lady. She cooks for us. She cleans for us. She cares for us. She laughs and talks with us. Simply put, she blesses us. Jamón and cheese on toasted bread with olive oil coupled with tea and zumo. The time shows a certain number and that means it’s time to go. Off into the rush of the city A packed metro makes for awkward touching yet the normalcy is all too understood. Hospital Clinic Diagonal Swarm out Up the stairs Through the corridor Down the stairs to the green line First, Passeig de Grácia Then, Cataluyna Swarm out Up the stairs Out the stati...