Hasta la Proxima

Two days wandering around Barcelona, dinner with a friend, one last run through the park, an all-day film festival yesterday in Sitges, and it’s just about over for now.

The Sitges film festival has been going on for almost 60 years and this year they showed close to 100 films over eight days. I had tickets for four films yesterday (purchased weeks ago) but given my inability to sit still, could only manage to watch two. This is one of the four venues.

And from the last two weeks:

In a tiny, ancient village, this permanent plaque is in memory of the past Jewish residents, expelled by
the so-called “Catholic Kings” who also funded Columbus. Sixty years ago, you could be imprisoned or disappeared for making a sign like this, or a similar one for Muslims, or anyone else who wasn’t white and Catholic. You go, Spain!

Unlike in the US, hormone-filled Spanish boys can’t just go to a Walmart and buy a gun, so instead of bullet holes in the rural road signs, you get a lot of this. 

Another sign outside of another small town (and most towns) saying that sexual aggression isn’t tolerated. Sure, it’s just a sign, but it does send a message. How hard would it be for us to do that?

Every tiny village and rural gas station has at least a couple of electric car chargers. I was talking to a guy in Zaragoza who owns a Tesla and he couldn’t believe that the US doesn’t have chargers everywhere, like Spain does. 

It’s not much of an alley, but it’s been my alley for almost ten years’ worth of these trips.

And now a little music to take us out.