This will be a bit of a long post as I have not presented myself here since March, when I was still in Slovakia … but bear with me.
I returned to Vancouver on the first of April and had a fabulous summer. The weather was great and the tennis courts, across the street, beckoned. Having said that, thoughts of moving on have been nudging my mind for a couple of years now and I came to the conclusion: if not now? then when? I took the plunge, gave notice that I would be vacating the residence that I have had for the past nine years. I got rid of many belongings that had not seen the light of day since being placed in a closet nine years ago or had not been used for as many years. My treasures were packed by movers and stored and on the 14th of October I flew east to visit my children and amazing grand-children who are the source of so much joy! During this time I would be lying if I did not admit that there were moments of questioning: was I insane? had I really thought through but overall I always came to the same conclusion that I was very content with my decision and the feeling of lightness and freedom returned constantly.
To quote my son-in-law: I am now homeless but to quote a friend: I am now rent-less. I prefer the second definition although the first does not bother me either. I feel confident. I am happy and I look forward to the next adventure.
My decision to vacate my apartment was made less than a week before the 30th of September, the day that I proclaimed to the apartment manager and the world that I was cutting my tethers. The sorting, packing and re-sorting could not have been done without the help and unconditional support of so many friends. There were neighbours: Patty Holland who spent half a day shredding documents that were more than ten years old and not even mine. There was Nora Weber constantly touching base and offering to provide me with meals as well as a bed, when mine was gone. Florian Gabriel did so much in helping to remove items that had been treasures, which found a new home and would continue to be treasured by another – this knowing somehow lessened the tug to the heart that an item is no longer part of my reality but has now been included in that of another. Sharon Tillotson, Kucki Low, Margaret Van der Gun and Sharon Martin were always present or in the wings ready to come forward. I know that I have not mentioned everyone by name and you know who you are. I thank each and every one of you from the bottom of my heart. The moral, loving and physical support that I received makes me realize what a fortunate person I am in having all these angels in my life.
My home base, for the moment, is Barcelona
and so many more angels have popped up. My friend Alicia, who has received me with open arms; Jochen in Lyon who awaits my visit; Miran, the Croatian conductor who always remembers me and invites me to concerts and Gunnar in Munich who feels ignored because I do not have a definite date when I will go to visit him.
I arrived on Wednesday the 20th and that week-end I attended a three day workshop with Dr. Joe Dispenza – an absolutely amazing experience. I thought that I was beyond this type of activity but this one just blew me away. Then on Monday I met with with a friend from Vancouver.
Marla Hedman, and she introduced me to an area that was great. I thought that I knew Barcelona, having lived here, gone to Uni here and returned here on many occasions but I am ALWAYS open to new experiences and I certainly had one with Marla – a lovely, vibrant lady! Then a relaxed three days getting my bearings straight and on Thursday I met with another friend from the past, Yasmin de la Vega, and once again had a fabulous time. Interestingly it was in the same “barrio” where Marla and I had been on Monday. El Club Caribbean in the Raval quarter, which is right next to the Barrio Gotico, was a lovely surprise.
Zoë I will need to bring you here. You will be right at home and the martinis are out of this world!
I am getting settled into life here. The weather is fabulous with temperatures in the mid twenties; the neighbourhood vibrant and the architecture pulsing with history. I go for long walks and connect with friends: both here in Spain and other countries. Alicia and I plan to go to Lyon next week and, no doubt, I will have many more adventures to share so stay tuned!
Here are a few pics of my neighbourhood: the wide boulevards, the ocean, Parc Clot which was once a railway station and reminds me of a Roman aqueduct, a Calatrava bridge that is two blocks away etc. etc.