|Watch the beach, the people, the sun, the palm trees and the sky as it blushes blue, magenta, red and yellow|
|From my hotel toward my towers|
It is always good when the floods from November are still in the fields in December to look back on when one was last in the sunshine.
Life is simple in September. I fly out on Monday, work Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday, fly home that same evening.
My routine is simple, rise 6am, breakfast (in the over stocked buffet in the cavernous restaurant) at 7am. I walk through quiet streets to the office.
Through the security gates and then I travel to the twenty-second floor of a tall glass block, it takes to my place of work.
A full on day with demanding and engaged people, each day my class and I become closer.
Finish work at 6pm. And ten-minute walk, back to hotel, via a small super market, buy wine, chorizo, and chocolate for desert. This is supper.
In Barcelona I am just east of the city centre, close to the beach and in the midst of the Olympic centre built for the Olympic games in 1992, hey, sometime back.
Looking back now, stepping out of the office at 6pm and walking a little way, to lean on a low wall and watch the beach, the people, the sun, the palm trees and the sky as it blushes blue, magenta, red and yellow and then says