Today is the first day in June and the weather has welcomed it in with a bright celebration

The heavy trees hang lazily in the early light and the grasses once so ordered are now rebelling

Summer has arrived and it is the time for travel

I am sitting in my cool lounge reading a copy of The Rough Guide to Barcelona

Which I picked up for a song off of a supermarket shelf

I have never visited Spain although its blood travels thickly through my veins

Trains run to Barcelona from the railway station which is only yards from my house

But I seem to always travel in the opposite direction which is a little sad

So for the present I will just read this small purple book

And work out the itineraries of our journey’s to come

 

 

This short poem was found in a copy of The Rough Guide to Barcelona