Ona Vinyamata

This Week

• I listed the perfumes I tried so far as I cross the perfume department on my way to the supermarket to buy groceries. That’s glamour.
• I had a morning as dense as chocolate.
• I heard the bell tower call 5:30AM when I was exactly passing by a church. I then heard it call 8:00AM from a strange bed.
• I celebrated Sant Joan, or the summer solstice, with a big amazing family of mine.
• I heard a young-looking 84 year old talk civil war stories, one compromising the life of someone I never got to meet that holds the key to my actual happiness.
• I struggled to understand, an ongoing battle.
• I stuck my ear to a window of a closed bakery at 5AM. The baker was listening to the radio and it smelled wonderful. I thought video didn’t kill the radio star.
• I felt insecure surrounded by crazy kids and adults firing fireworks with no fear. I fired my fear away and found the craziest were the ones standing aside.
• I found myself alone in a 4-story village house with my personal magician.
• Death scared me.
• We cooked coca de recapte, lasagna, orxata and a stunning brunch.
• I cleaned the floor of a bar full of vintage vinyls, gin-tonic in hand.
• I remembered how much I used to love the Orisinal games by Ferry Halim.
• I ate strawberries directly from a plant under a fig tree.
• I climbed the fig tree.
• I met a 4 year old girl with whom I almost share my name (except for one letter). She showed me her car and her scooter.
• I saw people eat raw sausage.
• I meditated.
• A fireman told me he just received a report from NASA of the weather to come in the next 6 months.
• I saw Robots again, and laughed at the same jokes.
• I ate nachos with friends.
• I received a present: lettuces, carrots, onions and a homemade oil for knocks made from verbena flowers.
• I had breakfast delivered to my bed.
• I worked hard.
• I watched images from the north and south poles, and it was hot!
• I didn’t sleep much.

This weekend

“Weekends don’t count unless you spend them doing something completely pointless”. Bill Watterson

• I deleted friday.
• I played golf in the living room. And lost.
• I bought sexy stockings.
• I played under the rain laughing a bottle of wine out.
• N called me on saturday and we had a long talk about starting relationships. A kidnapped me on sunday and we had a long talk about ending them.
• I celebrated my one-year marriage, although the celebration has been in fact daily since way before.
• I crossed the city vertically on the back seat of a motorcycle.
• I had a walk in a dreamy crafty market with L and met N there.
• I exchanged sleep for sun.
• I watched Annie Hall, again, and loved it. Again.
• I met S by chance and confirmed my innocent ruddiness about introducing people.
• I felt like girls just wanna have fun and let a drunk Q fly me on the dance floor.
• I saw loved people excited about being able to finally and at least, give an official opinion about the future of their country.
• I ate and enjoyed chocolate “xurros”, rice with foie and jabugo, emerald from bronte pistachio ice-cream, carpaccio, carrot-apple-ginger juice, the best cupcake ever and so much seafood as to produce a whole new stop-motion version of the little mermaid.
• I loved so much I could die.
• I travelled to the North and South Poles with my now more than official travel mate, A.
• I had conversations with strangers about bakeries, stickers and abandoned cellphones.
• I felt euphoric about my addiction to sensations and experiences.
• I thought I can, and could.
• I felt I’m back to me.