Dona E. Bowens

Today I miss Spain. It’s not the weather I miss, nor the food…it’s that something I can’t quite put my finger on. I miss the art of the place. I miss how they’d put decorative tiles on the underside of a balcony in case you happened to look up while passing below. I miss the ubiquity of olive oil. I can’t believe I’m going to say this but I miss fucking walking. Walking was just part of my day whether it was climbing the 5 flights up to my apartment or walking the quarter mile just to get the subway…

…and passing gorgeous architecture on my stroll. I’ve never known a city to do a doorway the way that Barcelona does a doorway—which brings me back to art. If there was an opportunity to sneak a little art into your life without you noticing, Barcelona seized every opportunity. I miss that. A lot.